Letters From The Wasteland The Wallflowers

Now coming down out of this swan dive to your arms
I make no sounds when I move through your reservoir

But I wake up quick
And I wake up sick
As you....
Abandon me into these fields of rank and vile

Through this crowd I hear you breathing
Through these bars I watch them bring more in

Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
It may be two to tango
But boy, it's one to let go
It's just one to let go

Now boy keep still
Now don't spread yourself around
Now get back in line
Eat your bread and just work the plow
'Cause you're not through
They're not done with you
Did you... think you were the only one that's been let down?

So, sleep tight little boys of the new damned
Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand
Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Where I slowdance to this romance on my own
It may take two to tango
But boy, it's one to let go