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 k**s 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...