| Now coming down | |
| From out of this swan dive | |
| To your arms I make no sound | |
| When I move through your reservoir | |
| But I wake up quick | |
| And I wake up sick | |
| As you abandon me | |
| Into these fields of rank and file | |
| Through this crowd I hear you breathing | |
| And through this bars I watch them bring more in | |
| Now I send back letters | |
| From the wasteland home | |
| Where I slow dance | |
| To this romance on my own | |
| It may take two to tango | |
| But boy, only one to let go | |
| It's just one to let go | |
| Now boy keep still | |
| Don't spread yourself around | |
| Get back in line | |
| Eat your bread and just work the plow | |
| 'Cause your not through | |
| They're not done with you | |
| Did you think you were | |
| The only one that's been let down | |
| So sleep tight | |
| Little boys of the new damned | |
| Another drop in the | |
| Tidal wave of quicksand | |
| Now I send back letters | |
| From the wasteland home | |
| Where I slow dance | |
| To this romance on my own | |
| It may take two to tango | |
| But boy, just one to let go | |
| It's just one to let go | |
| Now another bad idea gets through | |
| Down this assembly line to you | |
| You're every bridge I should have burned | |
| Every lesson I've unlearned | |
| But in this smoke-filled waiting room | |
| With incarcerated love sick fools | |
| I wait for you to cut me loose | |
| Till then I... | |
| Send back letters | |
| From the wasteland home | |
| Where I slow dance | |
| To this romance on my own | |
| Now I send back letters | |
| From the wasteland home | |
| Where I slow dance | |
| To this romance on my own |
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