I will wait as you slowly paint your face
Then I will show you that theres been something wrong and that there's nothing you've been living towards.
Cuz you need somebody to tell you that you're free
And that this pavement won't lead you home, that you've just been breathing through the telephone.
so SPEAK no more, yea your voice is coarse,
And the words that float through your door don't mean a thing anymore
Now your face looks scared and full of regret,
As we lay here trembling in the dark, and I hold you in my heavy arms.
So its time to quit telling yourself that you're fine
Cuz in your basement lays a cable and all the cold, dead dreams that you've strangled
But please keep your most wicked thoughts beneath the floor
And bury this corpse, you can't use it anymore...
Now your trucking along on the interstate road and your palms are torn and red,
And your heart is pumping, yea its ready to explode, so your looking for some place to rest
Your mind is scarred and broken and laying in the car
You never thought you'd need me to tell you who you are
But your feet have started dragging through this wet tar
And all you know is fading like a dying star
And the moment you feel likes this is over, I will fill your body with lead
And your dreams will finally come spilling out your skull just to wake you to your lonely death..
Now look at the rubble at your feet, the only remenants of this scene,
Its painted red, but all colors fade, and nothing is ever itself again.
So pick up the phone and say my name, baby, and i'll come rolling on down the street,
OH, everything is coming back now, this is my little home by the sea...