Consider Me: Martyr For The Temple Of Your Skin.

Consider Me Stoned By The Hands I've Made.

So, Why Do I Always Come Here? Why Do I Always Call?



In Dirty Little Promises Of New Found Glory,

You Bleach The Bones Of A Dead-end Boy.

So, Why Do I Always Come Here? Why Do I Always Call?



Discover Some Reason Stuck Inside Of My Dry Mouth.

Come Cover The Sound Of A Trembling Heart.

Tell Me, Why Do I Always Come Here? Why Do I Always Call? I Call.



I Will Drown In Your Wishing Well, Star In Your Kiss And Tell,

Just Let Me Know When It's Over.

I Will Drown In Your Wishing Well. I Will Star In Your Kiss And Tell Hell.

Just Let Me Know When It's Over… Am I Over?



Carry Me Over, Wash It All Clean.

Will You Carry Me Over? Lay Me Down In Love-stained Lemon Sheets.



CHORUS:



I'm Walking On Broken Bottles. I Am Walking On Broken Glass.

I Am Walking On Deep Black Water.

Won't You Come Carry Me, Carry Me, Carry Me…

Carry Me Over.

Carry Me Over.