| So you're a poet | |
| But you've never got a line | |
| Some failed creation | |
| None of it was worth my dime | |
| So much attention | |
| And you horde it like a thief | |
| But you never worry | |
| Just drain them 'til you find relief, yeah | |
| Did you trip the wire? | |
| Did the whole thing blow? | |
| Did you come alive | |
| when it was over? | |
| Darling beware | |
| You're no acrobat | |
| You shot to dove | |
| Must believe you're the colossal coming | |
| Cruel and unfair | |
| You'll always be that | |
| Sure as I'm gone | |
| I hit the ground and I'm more than running | |
| Well, any kind of treason | |
| And you follow like a sheep | |
| Well, everyone's joking | |
| But you cut down a little deep | |
| There is no limit | |
| To whatever you become | |
| You smile at the teacher | |
| But you love yourself more than anyone, yeah | |
| Did you trip the wire? | |
| Did the whole thing blow? | |
| Did you get in time to the shade? | |
| Will you come alive | |
| when it's all over? | |
| Over! | |
| Darling beware | |
| You're no acrobat | |
| You shot the dove | |
| Must believe you're the colossal coming | |
| Cruel and unfair | |
| You'll always be that | |
| Sure as I'm gone | |
| I hit the ground and I'm more than running | |
| Darling beware | |
| Darling beware | |
| You shot the dove | |
| You shot the dove | |
| Cruel and unfair | |
| You'll always be that | |
| Sure as I'm gone | |
| I hit the ground and I'm more than running |