The Reclusive Hero Songtext
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In the pilot's chair, in the first seat of the plane,
And from where I sit, the view's just the same.
Over the garden now, we turn on down your street.
This is where you live, but there's no home I see.
Thought that was all you desired,
A reclusive hero for hire.
Just put one back on the shelf,
Knowing that you won't sleep well.
And from where I sit, the view's just the same.
Over the garden now, we turn on down your street.
This is where you live, but there's no home I see.
Thought that was all you desired,
A reclusive hero for hire.
Just put one back on the shelf,
Knowing that you won't sleep well.
In a crowded room, there's not much room to breathe.
It seems the kitchen now is quite the scene.
The words came off my wrist, washed by the rain
Of a thousand tears that came too late.
They couldn't spell out your name,
Living beneath feeling pain,
Thought that was all you desired,
A reclusive hero for hire.
Now you're beginning to tire,
A desperate hero for hire.
Just put one back on the shelf,
Knowing that you won't sleep well.
I'm walking down the street, absorbed by this maze.
It seems the kitchen now is quite the scene.
The words came off my wrist, washed by the rain
Of a thousand tears that came too late.
They couldn't spell out your name,
Living beneath feeling pain,
Thought that was all you desired,
A reclusive hero for hire.
Now you're beginning to tire,
A desperate hero for hire.
Just put one back on the shelf,
Knowing that you won't sleep well.
I'm walking down the street, absorbed by this maze.
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