Whatever Makes You Tired, The Resting Always Fails

Because Anywhere You Lay Yourself's A Bed Of Nails

Whenever You Exhale, I Breathe It In The Air

You Offer Me A Seat In Your Electric Chair



Are You Safe To Leave Behind Every Anchor In Your Mind?

You Know Better Than I Do, So Clue Me In



And Every Day You Ask Yourself, "Why Was I Born?"

Because Every Migraine Feels Like Wearing A Crown Of Thorns

And All The Time I Find You Crawling On All Fours

Because Any Movement Sends You Falling Through Trap Doors



Are You Safe To Leave Behind Every Anchor In Your Mind?

You Know Better Than I Do, So Clue Me In



Your Tongue In Cheek

Too Late It's Already Days And Weeks Before We Can Make Ends Meet

Am I Right? And You're Wrong?

Too Late It Already Takes Too Long, Too Much To Be Flushed With You

Oh, Too Much To Be Flushed With You



Whatever Makes You Tired, The Resting Always Fails

Because Anywhere You Lay Yourself's A Bed Of Nails



Are You Safe To Leave Behind Every Anchor In Your Mind?

You Know Better Than I Do, So Clue Me In