I came here on the fifth to hang out and just chill I'm getting mixed signals from you, from you I'm so outta tune (Tune) I'm getting mixed feelings from you, from you We're too outta tune Feelings Feelings Feelings Mixed signals (Mixed signals) Soft spoken (Soft spoken) You screaming I don't know any other way to live it (I don't know any other way to live it) No games, no gimmicks Why are you pretendin'? (Why are you pretendin?) Too many decisions (Yeah) I'm getting mixed signals from you, from you I'm so outta tune (Tune) I'm getting mixed feelings from you, from you We're too outta tune Feelings Feelings Feelings Feelings

I tried your number at 9 but you're not there Tried again at 11, got sent straight to voicemail You said you needed a calm, quiet night alone But that don't explain why you're not picking up the phone Now I'm driving through the city like a bullet in my seat And I hold my breath when I hit your street Your receptionist told me everything was alright One quiet night alone and nothing is wrong How come you're not home When it's almost 3AM When you decide to show? You're gonna tell me where you've been Don't spare me details, I wanna know What does it look like? What does it talk like? Thought you wanted to make this work But you're sending me mixed signals We know that emotion You greet me and I'm overcome 'Cause your body language is speaking in another tongue First you tell me that you needed some excitement in your life Then you grab my hand, I'm turned alive Accusations, I'm obsessive, misbehaving Like we ain't been down to hell and back And made it through I thought that was you When it's almost 3AM When you decide to show You're gonna tell me where you've been Don't spare me details, I wanna know What does it look like? What does it talk like? Thought you wanted to make this work But you're sending me mixed signals And in the dusk we fall apart The sun's got his elbow In the rib cage of town I'm breaking down And it's almost 3AM When you decide to show You're gonna tell me where you've been Don't sugarcoat it, girl, I want the blow by blow What does it look like? What does it talk like? Thought you wanted to make this work But you're sending me mixed signals Yeah, sending me mixed signals Darling, darling believe me No [?], no, you don't need me Wake up, you know I want you there Sweetheart, let me down easy Cut me loose, baby, don't tease me Oh Lord, let me down easy Sending me mixed signals

Down by the river junior year Walking with my girl, And we came upon a place There in the tall grass where a couple Had been making love And left the mark of their embrace. I said to her, "Looks like they had some fun." She said to me, "Let's do the same." And still I taste her kisses And her freckles in the sun When I play the poet game. A young man down in hill country In the year of '22 Went to see his future bride. She lived in a rough old shack That poverty blew through. She invited him inside. She'd been cooking, ashamed and feeling sad, She could only offer him bread and her name - Grandpa said that it was the best gift A fella ever had And he taught me the poet game. I had a friend who drank too much And played too much guitar - And we sure got along. Reel-to-reels rolled across The country near and far With letters poems and songs. But these days he don't talk to me And he won't tell me why. I miss him every time i say his name. I don't know what he's doing Or why our friendship died While we played the poet game. The fall rain was pounding down On an old New Hampshire mill And the river wild and high. I was talking to her while leaves blew down Like a sudden chill - There was wildness in her eyes. We made love like we'd been waiting All of our lives for this - Strangers know no shame - But she had to leave at dawn And with a sticky farewell kiss Left me to play the poet game. I watched my country turn into A coast-to-coast strip mall And I cried out in a song: If we could do all that in thirty years, Then please tell me you all - Why does good change take so long? Why does the color of your skin Or who you choose to love Still lead to such anger and pain? And why do I think it's any help For me to still dream of Playing the poet game? Sirens wail above the fields - Another soul gone down - Another Sun about to rise. I've lost track of my mistakes, Like birds they fly around And darken half of my skies. To all of those I've hurt - I pray you'll forgive me. I to you will freely do the same. So many things I didn't see, With my eyes turned inside, Playing the poet game. I walk out at night to take a leak Underneath the stars - Oh yeah that's the life for me. There's Orion and the Pleiades And I guess that must be Mars - All as clear as we long to be. I've sung what I was given - Some was bad and some was good. I never did know from where it came And if I had it all to do again I am not sure I would Play the poet game.

The end The songwriter's dead The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate what I have become Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world My home was there 'n then Those meadows of heaven Adventure-filled days, one with every smiling face Please, no more words Thoughts from a severed head No more praise, tell me once my heart goes right Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world Sparkle my scenery With turquoise waterfall With beauty underneath The Ever Free Tuck me in beneath the blue Beneath the pain Beneath the rain Goodnight kiss for a child in time Swaying blade my lullaby On the shore we sat and hoped Under the same pale moon Whose guiding light chose you Chose you all "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid Being raped again, and again, and again I know I will die alone, but loved You live long enough to hear the sound of guns Long enough to find yourself screaming every night Long enough to see your friends betray you For years I've been strapped unto this altar Now I only have 3 minutes and counting I just wish the tide would catch me first And give me a death I always longed for" Second robber to the right of Christ Cut in half, infanticide The world will rejoice today As the crows feast on the rotting poet Everyone must bury their own No pack to bury the heart of stone Now he's home in hell, serves him well Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell The morning dawned, upon his altar Remains of the dark passion play Performed by his friends without shame Spitting on his grave as they came Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cоld world Whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world "Today, in the year of our Lord 2005 Tuomas was called from the cares of the world He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day The music he wrote had too long been without silence He was found naked and dead With a smile in his face A pen and 1000 pages of erased text" Save me Be still, my son You're home Oh when did you become so cold? The blade will keep on descending All you need is to feel my love Search for beauty, find your shore Try to save them all, bleed no more You have such oceans within In the end I will always love you The beginning