Oh! Gravity. There’s a fracture in the color bar In the backseat of a parked car By the liquor store where the streetlight Keep you company ‘til the next night
In the same town, there’s the same scar In the same glow of the liquor store By the freeway, where the headlight Keep her company ‘til the next night
Oh! Gravity. Why can’t we seem to keep it together? Sons of my enemies, Why can’t we seem to keep it together?
In the back room of the Pentagon There’s a thin man with a line drawn With a red jaw and a red bite Watch the headline on the next night
Why this tragedy? Why can’t we seem to keep it together?
In the fallout, the fallout We found out the hype won’t get you through We’re connected, connected I meant it, the hype won’t get you through
American Dream When success is equated with excess The ambition for excess wrecks us As top of the mind becomes the bottom line When success is equated with excess
If your time ain’t been nothing for money I start to feel really bad for you, honey Maybe honey, put your money where your mouth’s been running If your time ain’t been nothing but money
I want out of this machine It doesn’t feel like freedom
This ain’t my American dream I want to live and die for bigger things I’m tired of fighting for just me This ain't my American dream
When success is equated with excess When we’re fighting for the Beamer, the Lexus As the heart and soul breath in the company goals Where success is equated with excess
‘Cause baby’s always talkin’ ‘bout a ring And talk has always been the cheapest thing Is it true would you do what I want you to If I show up with the right amount of bling?
Like a puppet on a monetary string Maybe we’ve been caught singing Red, white, blue, and green But that ain’t my America, That ain’t my American dream
Dirty Second Hands Please don’t be so naive You know you’re not fooling anyone You’re not as tough as you think With dirty second hands, The dirty second hands
Can’t get nothing for free It becomes so predictable You start fighting to breathe The dirty second hands, Your dirty second hands
Here’s the face of everything that breaks you down Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
With an army of me We invent our own enemies Man verses machine And the dirty second hands
In the land of the free And the home of the remedy The old clock is a thief With dirty second hands
Are you really as tough as you think You blink and you’re over the brink You bleed but you’re blood runs pink With dirty second hands, dirty second hands
You’re not quite as tough as you thought You bought the American rot The very seed that you thought you shot With dirty second hands, dirty second hands
You might be right, The fight might be right inside you The blind leading the lied to, Tonight maybe you bind you with dirty second hands
Awakening Face down with the LA curbside endings With the ones and zeros. Downtown was the perfect place to hide. The first star that I saw last night was a headlight Of a man-made sky, but man- made never made our dreams collide, Collide.
Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain, We're awakening Here we are now with our desperate youth and the pain, We're awakening Maybe it's called ambition, you've been talking in your sleep About a dream, we're awakening
Last week found me living for nothing but deadlines, With my dead beat sky but, this town doesn't look the same tonight These dreams started singing to me out of nowhere And in all my life I don't know if I've ever felt so alive, Alive
I want to wake up kicking and screaming I want to wake up kicking and screaming I want a heart that I know is beating, It's beating, I'm bleeding I want to wake up kicking and screaming I want to live like I know what I'm leaving I want a heart that I know is beating, It's beating… it’s beating… I'm bleeding
Circles Another day Another sunrise Another factory call Another night Another sunset Another freefall
Am I alive? Am I on purpose? Within the weakness Within the weakness…
Spinning out in circles In circles, in circles Spinning out in circles In circles, in circles
Another day Another lifetime Another engine stalls Another line Another freeway Another freefall
I’ve lost all that I wanted to leave I’ve lost all that I wanted to be Don’t believe that there’s nothing that’s true Don’t believe in this modern machine! The modern machine
In circles
Amateur Lovers Everyone I know Needs love like drugs Like a common cold We could never shrug
My baby and me We’re missing the same stuff We’ve all got a disease Deficiency of love
Every day we still try Every night we still cry Driving home on the 805
We don’t know what we’re doing We do it again We’re just amateur lovers With amateur friends
I can tell you what you’re thinking now Before you think it you can settle down
We don’t know what we’re doing Let’s do it again!
Try to play it down But it never stuck I tried to bail this town I’m getting no such luck When nobody’s around I keep my eyes on the clock There ain’t a cure I’ve found In all my times around this block
Everyday we still try Every night we still cry We drive it home on the 405
I can tell you what you’re thinking now Before you think it you can settle down Our lovin’ isn’t gonna burn us out
Professional!?!
Faust, Midas, And Myself This one’s about a dream I had last night How an old man tracked me home And stepped inside He put his foot inside the door And gave a crooked smile Something in his eyes Something in his laugh Something in his voice That made my skin crawl off
He said, “I’ve seen you here before I know your name. You could have your pick Of pretty things. You could have it all Everything at once. Everything you’ve seen, Everything you’ll need, Everything you’ve ever had in fantasies.”
“You’ve one life, You’ve one life. You’ve one life left to lead.”
I woke up from my dream As a golden man With a girl I’ve never seen With golden skin I jumped up to my feet She asked me what was wrong I began to scream I don’t think this is me Is this just a dream Or really happening?
What direction? What direction? I’m splitting up! I’m splitting up! This is my personal disaffection
What direction? What direction? What direction now?
I looked outside the glass At golden shores Golden ships and masts With golden cords As my reflection passed I hated what I saw My golden eyes were dead And a thought passed through my head A heart that is made of gold can’t really beat at all
I wanted to wake up again Without a touch of gold
What direction? Death or action! Life begins at the intersection.
I woke up as before But the gold was gone My wife was at the door With her night robe on My heart beat once or twice And life flooded my veins Everything had changed My lungs had found their voice And what was once routine And what was once routine was now the perfect joy
You’ve one life You’ve one life One life left to lead
Head Over Heels (In This Life) Head over here and take me Head over heels and aching When I told you I was yours I was yours
In this life, you’re the one place I call home In this life, you’re the feeling I belong In this life, you’re the flower and the thorn You’re everything that’s fair in love and war
I’m coming down like a gunshot In all these battles I’ve fought You’re the mark I’m aiming for I was yours
Head over heels
In this life I’m stubborn to the core In this life I’ve been burning after more We both know what these open arms are for You’re everything that’s fair
In this life, you’re my only one
Yesterdays Flowers cut and brought inside Black cars in a single line Your family in suits and ties And you’re free
The ache I feel inside Is where the life has left your eyes I’m alone for our last goodbye But you’re free
I remember you like yesterday, yesterday I still can’t believe you’re gone, oh… I remember you like yesterday, yesterday And until I’m with you, I’ll carry on
Adrift on your ocean floor I feel weightless, numb, and sore A part of you in me is torn And you’re free
I woke from a dream last night I dreamt that you were by my side Reminding me I still had life In me
I’ll carry on
Every lament is a love song Yesterday, yesterday I still can’t believe you’re gone So long my friend, so long
Burn Out Bright Does it have to start with a broken heart Broken dreams and bleeding parts We were young and world was clear But young ambition disappears I swore it would never come to this The average, the obvious
I’m still discontented down here I’m still discontented
If we’ve only got one try If we’ve only got one life If time was never on our side Then before I die I want to burn out bright
A spark ignites In time and space Limping through this human race You bite and claw your way back home But you’re running the wrong way
The future is a question mark Of kerosene and electric sparks There’s still fire in you yet Yeah there’s still fire in you!
I keep cleaning up the mess I’ve made I won’t run away I can’t sleep in the bed I’ve made
4:12 You’ve been having trouble staying asleep You been waking up at 4:12 You roll the voices over in your head Then you try to put them neatly on the shelf
You watch the sun rise You saw the darkness had no choice before the dawn With your own eyes And then you broke out laughing from a yawn
You said, “I’m so sorry I’ve been so down. I started doubting things could ever turn around. And I began to believe that all we are is material. It’s nonsensical.”
So you walk outside and everything’s new You’re looking at the world with new eyes. As if you’d never seen a sky before that’s blue As if you’ve never seen the sky in your whole life And then the phone rings As it turns out you are already late And now you’re wondering Was peace just a temporary state?
You’re waiting tables and parking cars You’ve been selling cell phones at the shopping mall And you began to believe that all you are is material It’s nonsensical
I still can’t believe that all we are And that all of are dreams are nothing more than material
Souls aren’t built of stone, Sticks and bones And souls aren’t built of stone
Let Your Love Be Strong In this world of news, I've found nothing new I've found nothing pure Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth Could be fact and form That love could be a verb Maybe I'm just a little misinformed
As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist Spinning circles in our skies tonight Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles Maybe our stars are unanimously tired
Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes All of my world hanging on your love
Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart Train the monkeys on my back to fight Let it start tonight When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground Falling down like broken satellites
All of my world resting on your love |