They couldn’t string their guitar like mine
Makes a godawful sound, they mean well
Like the sweet taste of kerosene
I’m treading on eggshells
Coz the way you love me is hell
In a flowery garden, nothing’s as it seems
Like tectonic plates I thread together
We come apart at the seams
Coming apart now at the seams
I’m an alien for the humanity
I’ve crossed distant galaxies
For this remedy
Take me to your dealer
I’m outside of your walls
Heard that I’m really small
The theories fall
Take me to your dealer
Mostly I am a memory of a world lost
I’m shown indemnities of what it cost
To lose such an important thing
You’re face to face
With the man who threw it all away
A rolling stone as they say
And this rock and this roll
Won’t save today
So I’m going home,
Yeah I’m going away.