Lyrics

Sleepwalker [2010]

The Lethe

she's drifting down the lethe again to make better use of her time,
and i'm left sober to solemnize the scene of the crime,
and "who am i to you?"
she wants to know
it breaks my heart trying to tell you these things over and over
because you keep forgetting the sound of my voice, so pure...
and "who am i to you?"
she wants to know
i mean every word:
i just drank this whole bottle of wine to swallow your pill,
then decided to drive across three towns just to kiss you goodnight,
and "who am I to you?"
she wants to know

Missing Persons Report

i played my part and took my leave
thinking maybe tonight i'll get some rest
but no, you weren't done, you needed some fun
what came next i suppose is anyone's guess
something wasn't right
i should've known
they took you in the night
you should've known
there was no other way
searching scripts for crucial clues
retracing your steps
assumptions between
something forgot
there's holes in the plot
i've got questions, confessions
it's time to come clean
something wasn't right
i should've known
took you in the night
you should've known
there was no other way
the truth is out and i'm somewhat to blame
there are no accidents, no mistakes
took you in the night
i should've known
did you put up a fight?
you should've known
that something wasn't right
i should've known
there was no other way

Lovely Stranger

lovely stranger, luring me in from the cold
who found me thinking, drinking, hopelessly lonely and old
opened her doors
leading questions, drawing increasingly near
intoxicating answers, revealing what i'd want to hear
lifting me up so high
letting me down so low
if you don't want me, just let me go
back to the quiet of cold
hardened stranger, repelled by the interest i paid
maybe i misinterpreted feelings that can't help but fade
did you want resistance? distance?
or was it all a charade?
lifting me up so high
letting me down so low
if you don't want me, please just let me go
lovely stranger, please

Off the Deep End

i don't subscribe to fusty fairytales
but recognize inconsistent details
i must admit -- it's a clever disguise
conditioning minds, legions in line
i'm not sure if i like the thought of impossibly small
look close enough to find nothing at all
all space, all time, nodes on vector lines
super-computer simulation unwinds
touch and feel
conditions are ideal
for perfect symmetry
and i tend to write with elusive future-sight
and know a girl who guesses my colors right
i want so bad
a scheme to be so grand
things that i can never understand
speak, conceal
stunning but unreal
imperfect symmetry
why do i subserve with sentences circumscribed
when there are unsparing truths that should've strived
and hordes of me in non-localities
no it's you who don't exist for my facsimiles
touch and feel none of you are real
static and undefined
bend, pretend
going off the deep end trying to find some symmetry
i know, i know

Yellow Moon

waiting for a call they've all paired up and gone home and left me alone
no disappointment with no expectations to blow
i will be the feeling but without the followthrough
i'll be your dry run til your distraction comes back to you
hours tick away but still there's a chance you'll need me soon
and we'll sail on paper boats into the yellow moon
i'm waiting for a call
seems i've come to expect after all
maybe for tonight i'll wait no more
no more, no more
maybe for tonight i'll wait no more

Orbit of Your Head

everything has come to life in front of me
the patterns crawl along the floor with urgency
follow the warmth of words, the sound of skin
the scent of will and the taste of sin
your hunger swelled up like a star
pulling me in with all the light and sound that circle round your bed
into the orbit of your head
it carries weightlessly me to the edge to see
a distant ember burning in an endless sea
your hunger swelled up like a star
pulling me in with all the light and sound that circle round your bed
into the orbit of your head
there you loom against the ruined landscape
i can't look away i can't restrain i can't escape
before the sunrise i can see time receding to the sea
you're bound to burn out before long predictably proving me wrong
and your hunger swelled up like a star
pulling me in with all the light and sound that circle round your bed
into the orbit of your head
expanded (predetermined to contract) to illuminate where once was only black
my existence on a map i've yet to see
the dark spots they disappear

Awakening

what a sound to hear
a delayed response is ringing in my ear
what a sight to see
a mirror reflection of my intensity
oh morning
i've got one more day to live
warning
you've got something more to give
and if you set with the sun
i'll fall right back to sleep
what a thing to feel
skin and breathing secrets
burning to reveal
and how's it gonna end
i don't want to know, i'm falling for a friend
oh morning
i've got one more day to live
warning
you've got something more to give
and if you set with the sun i'll fall right back to sleep
yeah i'm falling back to sleep

Blackout

was i half asleep or was i drugged out of my mind
when the airbag caught my head?
driving through the night to smoothe things over face to face
only to waste myself instead
oh what have i done?
oh what did i say?
i tried to be good, and you misunderstood
pull myself out from the blackout stumble to my feet
is it as bad as it seems?
wander through the empty streets dissheveled in my sleeping clothes
waiting for the cab you called to find me
oh what have i done?
oh what did i say, my beautiful friend, to turn out this way?
if our words and actions can't explain the way we feel
maybe we just need time to heal

Broken

isn't she perfect for me?
unbroken and nothing like me
i know i better let her go
scraping for beer and white bread
the rent is gonna be late again
i'll get the money real soon
when i raid the wishing well
i need to ask for a favor -- save me from myself
i must've been pretty wasted when we had that conversation
i wish you could forget what i said
gonna kill my last brain cells to tear your face from my nightmare
save me from myself
isn't she perfect for me?
unbroken and nothing like me
a real hard sell
wasting away in a daydream
bloated with poison, tearing at the seams
spilling my guts on the pavement
so much for my tired good intent to no avail
save me from myself

[sleepwalker]

holding me down, hands on my chest
holding me back, holding your breath
pulling me from a drowning tide or
tripping me up when i'm on high
i'm standing right here man
i'm taking a fall
it's not alright but it's not my call
take her she's yours but not to keep
she's got three lovers as we speak
is it any wonder why i walk in my sleep?
so none of this will mean anything to me
nothing i see is happening now
it's just my life flashing on a display
i could just cry over how much i miss it as it drips away
is it any wonder why i walk in my sleep?
so none of this will mean anything to me
because i know i don't mean what you mean to me
i'm bleeding myself dry
but i feel you coursing through me
i'm alive
yeah i'm bleeding myself dry
cause i feel you coursing through me
i'm a lie

Plastic heart

a product of a culture with nothing to lose
styrofoam single use
to only yourself be true
dying in dollar discount bins
stock up on backup skin
breaking my virtue in
plastic hearts
they don't make them strong enough
they crack at the slightest touch
and you accidentally fall in love

Walls Start Caving

you're dying to relive a lie, a feeling long gone
something so whole, a bright black hole of lustful oblivion
it's a dream; it's a chemical extreme
everybody's out to please themselves at your expense
we all want to know what we can get
so dispense with the warm pretense
it's a ruse; don't you love the abuse?
standing here when the walls start caving in
each night i pick my poison minx with sex-soaked sense
soothe her needs tastefully without the use of my eager hands
it would seem something's wrong with me
standing here when the walls start caving in
standing here when it's time to start again

Love Is An Open Wound

i'm growing so tired of being skinned alive
and i think you should just finish the job
get it over with
no, that's a lie
the bystanders cringe at the sight of the scars on my skin
and i think you just like to see me going out of my way
i hope i'm not right
don't tell me i'm right
you're cutting me up, and serving me out
and feeding me to the wolves
now i'm one of them too, so don't be alarmed when i stand up against the full moon
and survive without you
it's just about time that you sing another tune
words are weapons
love is an open wound
i know you'll want me when you want something
and i know you'll just look away when there's something more shiny to see
i'm just hanging around til you ask me to leave
you're cutting me up, and serving me out
and feeding me to the wolves
now i'm one of them too, so don't be alarmed when i stand up against the full moon
and survive without you
it's just about time that you sing another tune
words are weapons
love is an open wound