Look at you! Fighting wars over God,
Fighting paper with rock, fighting fire with logs
And all for the chance to survive?
How can you American dream and sleep through the night?
I don't think you can

If you ask me,
"What makes up the anatomy of a man?"
Blood, sweat,

Just tell me it's over
Just tell me it's overcast, just tell me it's overemphasized.
Just tell me it's over
Just tell me it's overdrawn, just tell me I'm over dramatic.

If heaven sees what the people see,
Heaven hears what the people hear,
Then what is heaven and where

Did you hear Disney bought Coney Island?
Took down all the lights and rides?
Leveled the whole pier?
Did you hear the dreams we had as children
collect like dust on forgotten photo albums year after year?
Or walls of sand built by children to hold back the sea?
I bet you

Nodding off at Partridge in the corner of the room.
Suddenly, the whole world comes into view,
Push through the crowd.
The longer you listen, the sweeter it sounds.
What's wrong with singing?
A song born of my soul
We believe the words we know,
Hum along the one's we

I lit a candle in church just to watch it burn.
Light up the room!
Empathy is more than faith in words
Or prayers whispered to statues
The sky is empty, we're alone in the world.

My God, my God! There's nothing left inside this heart
Except the memory of what we used to be.
Silence us? Bamboo is begging to call a bluff
In an attempt to re-educate me.

You can't create me in your image
Or imagine me as something you create.

Dith Pran, you better

These concrete buildings scrape the sky
Capital City's keeping you on my mind all the time
But some days I want to run down these alleys screaming
"Get me the fuck out of this place!"
I'm out of my mind...

Woah! I'm never going, we're never going home
Woah! I'm never go

History will hold our names on the tip of its tongue
Or clench its teeth at the mere mention of us
And the scars filled with ink on his arms and legs
Will tell of words we screamed to mid-summer days
Years ago, I never thought this was mine for the taking
Now I know, I will n

It's a time where poets without tongues
Mouth the words that can't be sung into deaf ears
That yearn to hear the words you speak
Of a wife that loves until she cheats

Can we forgive ourselves?
Can we just make believe?
Can we just make amends
Or at least just get so

Been wasting all our days
As tossing matches to a flame
We've been drinking hard so we're feeling brave
Enough to mourn the days that pass
Enough to raise a drinking glass
Enough to trade a sigh for a laugh.
We've been living off our miracles.

So what's a dreamer to

Morning came early you know we're sleeping in again
Last night ended right where this morning began
And you ask if we can be together apart from a drinking binge
Baby, two's a crowd even without the dehydration.
And the lights are on down Madison, the skirts are getting short

All the world's a stage
Written by a miserable playwright
His mother didn't want him as a child
His ex-fiancee ruined his life
His quotes will chill you to the bone
Make you realize that you sleep alone
Even with a revolving arsenal that share your bed
Oh how I've let

Liberal Arts New England College Town (yeah!)
We all pretend we care about the sound (yeah!)
The music's playing
There's music playing?
Just take me to your room
Do what you have to
Just don't ask me if it's the first time
Cuz you know it's not the first time...

Should I pull over?
Yeah, you probably should
I've got memories scattered
All across this neighborhood
And I've seen the gutter from the asphalt,
I've seen the best of company die
But no one lives forever
So tonight we're gunna have the time of our lives.

If I c

What will become of us?
We're the first of a dying breed.
What will become of us?
We've got worn and calloused feet
What will become of us?
But we're still searching
What will become of us?
For some space to breathe

This day will end
This life will end
T

Stretched my skin and dried
Sewed myself up and filled to the neck with wine
Still we lie. back's to hell facing the moonlight.
Has the well run dry?
No, the well's half empty with a boy trapped inside
Alive, scraping the surface trying to see the light

But when the ham