We sat alone in the back of the house
Don't talk, don't speak of anything at all
I can't recall the words I've heard
But it sounds absurd
And it's more than I can take

We're all dying slow
I've felt a fever
I just want you to know

It's harder to cope
With the rope tied to your bones
The places we've been
Amusing, they mean little to me
Next to nothing but

I am soundly asleep
Because my batteries leaked so I'll dream
That I will soon conquer something
And I've spent my days
With the ones who I love
My grandfather spent them all alone
His legacy is fabled
It's worn and disabled but
The worn torn princess won't bring him home

Home to be alone
Home to be alone
Home to be alone
Home to be alone
Home to be alone

Do you hear the mechanic in us?
We're the best when our worst is all made up
And I can feel her breathing from the other end
Send a letter because my tongue is fading
Don't you make a sound
I know where you've been hiding out
And don't you make a sound
I can feel her breathing from the edge of town
Oh, God, no, I won't know you
Oh, God, no, I won't know you
Know God the way that our friends do
Take heart like the kind that we owe you


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