Talk trigger master
Something in the way you speak like a gun
Tempts my love to somewhere new
You can keep it, and walk right past her
Tell me if the wait drew speed to your tongue
She may have my love but I have her youth
And that’s all I found
Covered and lying on the ground
Singing ooh ooh oh-oh-oh
Watching you rust from waiting
Thinking you’re better than it
But everything gets written down
And your beliefs are turned to fiction now
So sing ooh ooh oh-oh-oh
What’s gonna happen when people start dropping dead?
I see them struck down by the rapture
Come sailing through the back of their heads
I hope you know all your plans
Hope you got them locked up
Like tiny thieving hands
Fingers shut, clutching your cross
I gotta know
Do you still think she’s a miracle
Ignoring you’re blind
If everything gets written down
Then all your books are just fiction now
You know it’s true
When I’m tired enough to miss you
And I know my child will taste your skin
Remember the sound of my voice
If you hear us coming, come down, down, down