I feel so cold when I'm at home Feels like everything's starting to hit me I lost my bearings ten minutes ago Modern guilt, I'm stranded with nothing Modern guilt
: Beat my bones against the wall Staring down an empty hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered
: In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creature With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher And your lingo coined
: I've been walking on these streets so long I don't know where they're going to lead anymore But I think I must have seen a ghost I don't know if it
: I can't believe what we've seen outside You and me watching the jets go by Down by the sea So many people They've already drowned You and me watching
: If I could hold Hold out for now With these icecaps melting down With the transistor sound And my Chevrolet terraplane Going around around around
: (feat. Cat Power) Think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this diamond that don't know how to shine In the sun where these dark winds wail
: There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from Just to get on level ground Shake your seasick legs around Dead of winter in a logo town Signs
: (feat. Cat Power) Some days we get a thrill in our brains Some days it turns into malaise You see your face in the veneer Reflected on the surface
: Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I'm so tired don't know where to
I feel so cold When I'm at home Feels like every thing's Starting to hit me I lost my bed Ten minutes ago Modern guilt I'm staring at nothing Modern guilt
Trying to hold, hold out for now But with these ice caps melting down With the transistor sound And my Chevrolet Terra plane Going 'round, 'round, 'round
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help But stare like a creature With the laws of a brothel And the fireproof bones of a preacher And your lingo coined
Beat my bones against the wall Staring down an empty hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered the
Think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this diamond I don't know how to shine In the sun where the dark winds wail And these children leave
Some days we get a thrill In our brains Some days it turns into malaise See a face In the rear view mirror Reflecting On the surface of fear Because
There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from Just to get on level ground Shake your seasick legs around Dead of winter in a logo town Signs
Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I'm so tired, don't know where to
