And Songtext

Maybe I could speak. We can count our blessings in the rain. Talking is so cheap, save the parlor tricks, count your money alone. Holding on to the free, I want to show you what I mean. Careful what you say and never underestimate the wait. I know you hear the song that we could sing but do not stay. I hope you know the change. I love the change and now that we got the change, we make the song sound like what we want. Who am I to tell you what is wrong? You can never get rid of me. I tell you everything, I write it down. What's the destination? Well, I sew my body to yours, so that I can speak but my serpent-hands are holding me, but, my razor tongue will fix it all away. It might be two dimensional but the story is great. I sew my body to yours so as I can see the lovers in the front row and all the ghosts in the back seat. I sew my body to yours, so as I am free. There's two versions of my fate..and so we shall see. Put me in the dirt.