3:1

3 to 1 you�ll never make it back. Trade the wheel for a witness. Nodded pine, an artificial light. They�re forgetting you already.

Anyone can hear it. Anyone can tell it�s on. Sing in to the ashes, orange at the edges.
You trip the wall, scale the graveyard doll. Your luck will cut you loose for less than that. When panic coats the January roads, would you soon a grow a tail, then say: �You�re better off alone.�

If you want an answer, if you want an answer, you can have an answer.
Turn it into perfume. Name it: For the Actress. Pour it on the places you consider the safest. Sleeping with the weightless; act as if you hate this.

Anyone can tell it�s on. Now, chalk it up to appetites. I break it into pieces we can pass around. No resolution fits. I failed to recognize your Reda suits, your winded handles. All that sleep for rep. I work at night. I work at night. I work at night. I work at night. I work at night. I work at night. I work at night. I work at night. I work at night. I work at...