You've got glue in your feathers
What brought you to this
A flightless bird surrounded by red-handed kids
In their borrowed black sheeps' clothes
Yeah everybody's in on the joke...
So practice your boredom
Look a thousand times removed
'Cause only a freak would sing in a crowded waiting room
They would turn you out in the cold
Now that everybody's in on the joke...
Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved?
Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough?
There's a perfectly good poison for the perfectly numb
If you want some...
But naming the feeling
Just kills the charade
And if flowers should bloom upon your wallpaper face
It'll follow you everywhere you go
Now everybody's in on the joke.
Desire only burns and
Envy's always green
A mind can only race and a heart can only beat
There's these towering neon signs we must uphold
To keep out the blackness
And run with the blue
Now only a fool would sing as if he's telling the truth
Kid, just swallow down that lump in your throat
Because everybody's in on the joke
Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved?
Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough?
There's a perfectly good poison...
Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved?
Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough?
There's a perfectly good poison for the perfectly numb
If you want some...
Writer(s): Paul Dempsey
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