Now coming down, out of this swan dive,
To your arms and 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 file through this crowd I hear you breathing,
And 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 take two to tango,
But boy, just one to let go,
It's just one to let go now boy keep still,
Don't spread yourself around,
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 slow dance to this romance on my own,
It may take two to tango but boy, just one to let go,
Now another bad idea gets through
Down the assembly line to you,
You're ever bridge I should have burned
Every lesson I've unlearned, but in this smoke filled waiting room with incarcerated love sick fools
I wait for you to cut me loose,
Till then I send back letters from the wasteland home where I slow dance to this romance on my own now
I send back letters from the wasteland home
I slow dance to this romance on my own