I shake through the wreckage for signs of life Scrolling through the paragraphs Clicking through the photographs I wish I could make sense of what we do Burning down the capitols Wisest of the animals Who are you, what are you living for Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more This life, is lived in perfect symmetry What I do, that will be done to me Write page after page of analysis Looking for the final score We're no closer than we were before Who are you, what are you fighting for Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life lived in perfect symmetry What I do, that will be done to me As the needle, slips into the run out groove Love, maybe you feel it too And maybe you find, life is unkind and over so soon There is no golden gate There's no heaven waiting for you Oh boy you otta leave this town get out while you can the needle's running out The voices in the streets you love everything is better when you hear that shout woooaohhh woooaohhh woooaohhh spineless dreamers, hide in churches pieces of pieces of rush hour buses I dream in emails, worn out phrases mile after mile of just empty pages wrap yourself around me wrap yourself around me as the needle, slips into the run out groove maybe i'll feel it too maybe you'll feel it too maybe you'll feel it too maybe you'll feel it too I dream in emails, worn out phrases mile after mile of just empty pages