Who do you carry that torch for, my young man?
Do you believe in anything?
Do you carry it around just to burn things down?
Meet me tonight on the turnpike, my Darling.
'Cause we believe in everything.
If we sweat all these debts, then we're sure to drown;
So let's strap ourselves up to this engine now,
With our God who we found laying under the back seat...
What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing.
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say.
You are freezing over hell.
You are bringing on the end you do so well.
You can only blame yourself, it's what I say.
Oh, order your daughters to ignore me--think that will sort me
And sweep me under the rug?
While you're beating with a book everyone that book tells you to love...
There is an ember in the heart of the kiln
And it's burning hot with love.
Burning out my center till there's nothing but dust,
Rolling me with care into your cigarette,
'Cause the God I believe in never worked on a campaign trail.
What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing.
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say.
You are freezing over hell.
You are bringing on the end you do so well.
You can only blame yourself, it's what I say.
Feels like we could escape
And I don't mind throwing away this filthy, silver song.
If you try running a maze of your lies...
It's too hard to save if you've thrown out everyone.
Do you believe in anything?
Do you carry it around just to burn things down?
Meet me tonight on the turnpike, my Darling.
'Cause we believe in everything.
If we sweat all these debts, then we're sure to drown;
So let's strap ourselves up to this engine now,
With our God who we found laying under the back seat...
What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing.
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say.
You are freezing over hell.
You are bringing on the end you do so well.
You can only blame yourself, it's what I say.
Oh, order your daughters to ignore me--think that will sort me
And sweep me under the rug?
While you're beating with a book everyone that book tells you to love...
There is an ember in the heart of the kiln
And it's burning hot with love.
Burning out my center till there's nothing but dust,
Rolling me with care into your cigarette,
'Cause the God I believe in never worked on a campaign trail.
What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing.
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say.
You are freezing over hell.
You are bringing on the end you do so well.
You can only blame yourself, it's what I say.
Feels like we could escape
And I don't mind throwing away this filthy, silver song.
If you try running a maze of your lies...
It's too hard to save if you've thrown out everyone.
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It does suck not to have a car. You should come to visit me or wait until I move to Portland and I have something cooler to do