I don't wanna be Caught up in your sea So little left of me I gave you everything, I crawled Watched you dance across the floor I need something to believe in They don't know my name Take the blame They will hold you Blind and choke you Caught in a lie Tears in my eyes Thorns of this life Cut inside No heathens in heaven No sweet surrender Outsiders forever The ghost of our lives We will never be Caught in your belief Get up off your knees You took everything, I crawled Watched you dance across the floor I need something to believe in They don't know your name Take the blame Caught in the lies With tears in my eyes The bones of this life Cut inside No heathens in heaven No sweet surrender Outsiders forever Ghosts of our lives No heathens in heaven No sweet surrender Outsiders forever Ghosts of our lives

Dear dar(lin') your mom, my friend Left a message on my machine she was frantic Saying you were talking crazy That you wanted to do away with yourself I guess she thought i'd be a perfect resort Because we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth And yes they're in shock they are panicked You and your chronic them and their drama You this embarrassment us in the middle of this delusion If we were our bodies If we were our futures If we were our defenses i'd be joining you If we were our culture If we were our leaders If we were our denials i'd be joining you I remember vividly a day years ago We were camping you knew more than you thought you should know You said "I don't ever want to be brainwashed" And you were mindboggling you were intense You were uncomfortable in your own skin you were thirsty But mostly you were beautiful If we were our nametags If we were our rejections If we were our outcomes i'd be joining you If we were our indignities If we were our successes If we were our emotions i'd be joining you You and i we're like 4 year olds We want to know why and how come about everything We want to reveal ourselves at will and speak our minds And never talk small and be intuitive And question mightily and find god my tortured beacon We need to find like-minded companions If we were their condemnations If we were their projections If we were our paranoias i'd be joining you If we were our incomes If we were our obsessions If we were our afflictions i'd be joining you We need reflection we need a really good memory Feel free to call me a little more often

Try and think of something colourful for this season Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away With the night squabbling behind you From the smoke in your hair to the blood in your bruise And the bows on the shoes you kicked off I'm joining the dots I'm joining the dots I thought I heard them talking in their sleep yesterday And I tried but I just can't believe a word they say Hurry up they'll be here soon, sleeping in the afternoon While the rain's trying to prove a point outside From the smoke in your hair to the blood in your bruise And the bows on the shoes you kicked off I'm joining the dots I'm joining the dots I'm joining the dots Those people make me calm Can't the flame Come up to the moth for a change And darling if it 's all the same to you I'll have you to myself I'm joining the dots I'm joining the dots

Darlin', I will give up everything Who I'll be and who I am You can have it all Baby, you could start a cult, you see Anywhere you go, I'll be You are so much more than beautiful to me Oh, I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you Swear you, you could start a war or two Kingdoms fightin' over you To wake up by your side is all I wanna do Oh, I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you Baby, you could start a cult, you see They will say that we're crazy But you are so much more than beautiful to me

There was a kid called Joseph He'd been dealt a bad hand Was born poor and a bastard But grew up to be a preacher Made a new friend called Franz Joe went over to Franz house Said: see this poem I once wrote? I feel like it's got something Can you please put some music to my words? Looking down at the paper And the title read: "Silent Night" The first time they performed it It was Christmas Eve They sang it together, Franz played the guitar I can see them before me And this big shot organ builder Fell in love with the song Brought it back to his hometown Where some folk singers heard it And they spread it around Slightly changed each time it was sung, was "Silent Night" When I'm down I just think about it How they must have felt when they performed it! If the choir cried when they sang it? If anyone in the church that day said: "Well I like the older stuff better They should do more upbeat tunes" It could have been a day like any other day Where Joseph would be preachin and Franz would be playin 9 out of 10 days are slightly disappointing, But on the tenth, you see that light beckoning They had no idea that Silent Night would turn out to be "Silent Night" Sing it with me. Let your voice carry From all those miles away. If you sing loud enough, My microphone might record you It might record you Silent night, Holy night In World War One, 1914 Because it was Christmas, there was a short truce on the battlefield Both sides laid down their weapons, sang carols in the night. And the day after, Like nothing had happened, they picked up the fight. There was only one song known to soldiers on both sides. And for a second All was calm, and all was bright.

Remember I took on too much last spring? After a while, my nerves went to war for anything. Overfeeling everything, Sad looking sock and I'd be down for the whole weekend. And I couldn't sleep at nights because My rabbit heart kept me awake, du-du-du-dunk all night And all the news, and the opinions, and the strip lights So that was when I seriously started considering hibernation Felt like the natural thing to do, just going into sleep mode I just said "I love you" to my family, Went over to the station Took a train and jumped right out in the woods Lied there until my summer fat wore off Halfway into the forest Met some kids there with a bright red spade. I offered them a twenty for it. Said: "I need to get myself some sort of cave." And I said to the kids: "Take that spade out and dig, Dig-dig-dig-dig, I need a hole this big So it fits me, arms out, I need it for the coming six months See, lately I have seriously been considering hibernation Feels like the natural thing to do, just going into sleep mode I thought, I'm just gonna pack my bags, go over to the station Take a train and jump right out in the woods Lie here until my summer fat wears off" I wouldn't have to worry about the world I'm a bear in hibernation, I don't worry about the world

Alla dessa drömmar som fyrtorn i mörket Blinkar där borta, men helt utom räckhåll Och man ombetts att gå med nedböjt huvud Göra sig liten Jag stod med en varmkorv i handen Kolla' in i en bar, såg dem interagera Det syntes i rummet en lätthet i stegen Att de hade glömt Och därinne flyger pengarna runt som dammkorn i vinden Och ingen kollar ut Och människorna gick mitt ibland dem som ingenting särskilt Som det var syre, skulle aldrig ta slut Om jag kryper vid golvet under röken Om ingen ser mig snabbt, sen genom en dörr Jag rör mig längs väggarna Hör hur de pratar om skönhet och kunskap Och härinne flyger pengarna runt som dammkorn i vinden Inte viktigare än så Om jag strack ut handen och tog dem så var de väl mina Och jag kunde se världen genom dem Och det är då jag hör mig själv säga Nej, pengar betyder ingenting Och härinne flyger pengarna runt som dammkorn i vinden Och ingen kollar ut Och människorna går mitt ibland dem som ingenting särskilt Som det var syre, skulle aldrig ta slut Och våren, våren ska komma Oavsett konto, den är till för alla Men det är att kunna andas, att hinna tänka Att det är vår

Licking my lips, I lean in for the first kiss. He says I am mistaken, Leaves me eyes closed, mouth open Big people fly in to see me rise to the occasion I know this is it! But occasions make me sink like a stone. They fly home. Opening the paper, I see my big idea Punctured like a balloon, Deflating for the whole country to see Blood pumping through my veins as I fall. Here's to the feeling of failure! Ah, the rush when you made a fool of yourself! Ah, the liberating fresh scent of failure! You are finally free from yourself Reading your letter, it made me remember When I was a teenager, I had a band that no one knew of If I express my love for no one, I won't be rejected If I play my songs to no one, they won't be made fun of If I point out my own flaws, put them on a shirt Here's to the feeling of failure! Ah, the rush when you tried and you fell! Ah, the liberating fresh scent of failure! It's a big fuck-off sign to yourself Free falling, Free falling into thin air Who will be left when I come down, what parts will be there Free falling, Free falling into thin air If it didn't please them, I must have done it to please me It must mean I am finally free In this song alone I worry: Am I too straight? Am I saying things that belong to refrigerator magnets? But oh no! I am liberated now I will do no such thing As to hide what I'm saying! Hear the strings play it: Here's to the feeling of failure! Ah, the rush when you made a fool of yourself! Ah, the liberating fresh scent of failure It's a big fuck-off sign to yourself