[Verse 1]
Words of wisdom, quotable quotes
"Reader's Digest" sayings for those losing hope
Why do I feel so mocked by the hands of the clock?
Well, anchor me down to the solid rock
I want to leave you with something, but I almost forgot
Was it a closing statement or a parting shot?
[Verse 2]
Well, you lie on the flowers here in the wind
I've twisted it all with original sin
There's a knowledge I traded a long time ago
Well, I bartered it off for these rags I call clothes
I learned how to fake it and remake it on cue
But I swear I never stopped needing you
[Verse 3]
There's a question forming out here in the dark
In the heavy air all around my heart
Now laden with consequence, chain-link fence and shot through with all manner of lies
I've been trapped in and caught
And the world like a tempest in your ears doth roar
And the flesh wants to dress up and play your whore
And the devil wants to cast all manner of doubt on the real
Lover with the key dying to let you out
From the bars that you fashioned with your stolen clout
Well, I may be confused, but I'll play my hunch
Did it feel like a kiss or a counter-punch?
Words of wisdom, quotable quotes
"Reader's Digest" sayings for those losing hope
Why do I feel so mocked by the hands of the clock?
Well, anchor me down to the solid rock
I want to leave you with something, but I almost forgot
Was it a closing statement or a parting shot?
[Verse 2]
Well, you lie on the flowers here in the wind
I've twisted it all with original sin
There's a knowledge I traded a long time ago
Well, I bartered it off for these rags I call clothes
I learned how to fake it and remake it on cue
But I swear I never stopped needing you
[Verse 3]
There's a question forming out here in the dark
In the heavy air all around my heart
Now laden with consequence, chain-link fence and shot through with all manner of lies
I've been trapped in and caught
And the world like a tempest in your ears doth roar
And the flesh wants to dress up and play your whore
And the devil wants to cast all manner of doubt on the real
Lover with the key dying to let you out
From the bars that you fashioned with your stolen clout
Well, I may be confused, but I'll play my hunch
Did it feel like a kiss or a counter-punch?
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