Getting dressed for a date
Put on blue aftershave
Wore a kilt like a celt
Hid the weight that I felt

Combat boots, fallen leaves
West village, halloween
To a bollywood song
Taking shots 'till we're gone

Unwelcome in the autumn
Persona non grata
I'm the last of the best
I'm your thoughts in the swamp

There's a playground of children
In the shadows of buildings
There's a lawn out the church
Where your homelessness works

Where the stained glass of crimson
Meets ezekiel's visions
Saw a valley of bones
Where no man shall be saved

And now you
You come to me
Asking that
And now you
You come to me
And you're asking that
Oh, how can we reconcile?

Left your innocence there
In tian'anmen square
You were filled with despair
Underfed and depressed

Make your lot where a prison stood
God knows you never would
Lie to yourself
But you do every time

Made a life of deception
And passive aggression
Gonna scream when I sing
I'm gonna die in the ring

Turn me on, you're a knockout
Climb up onto my cloud
Do your worst to me now
Before I change my mind