Far away from dry land, and its bitter memories
Bitter melodies, turning your orbit around
The whole world will be listening now
Got to be something better than in the middle
Why the hell are you so sad?
If I could be who you wanted, all the time
See you in heaven if you make the list
He might be a father but he sure ain’t a dad
Last night I dreamt I’d forgotten my name
Take my hand and help me not to shake
Play with matches if you think you need to play with matches
I can’t think of floorboards anymore
I’m ready for both of us now
Want to change my clothes, my hair, my face
Pick up the pieces and go home
It’s the mercy I can’t take
We’re all supposed to try
I wanna see it when you find out what comets, stars, and moons are all about
I never thought about love when I thought about home
If the dead just go on living, well there’s nothing left to fear
