sing for me now 'cause I've never sung before and i don't believe in singing anyhow. the music comes and goes on the AM radio. and i can't stay here and watch you watch me lie politely. your eyes are so clear, like the sky on a winter San Francisco day. like words of faith from the faithless. like old complaints, like a blanket thrown over the stone. like a creek bed to carry me home. you're always looking and so i'm giving a sign it's time to send me to the hospital again. words of faith from the faithless. old complaints as we follow the water through stone. and the creek bed becomes my home. you and i'll be, you and i will be the silt that joins the pacific rim tonight.
Lyrics submitted by charcoalsketch