Now you an*lyze take a breath and turn your back Now you look me in the eyes sit me down and paint me black What you wanted to find all bound up inside your head Oh you were just some old idea i had Now you're singing in the subway spilling onions from your mouth Now you're lying in the hallway trying to sink into the ground Telling stories to a screen making signals of yourself Oh you were just some old idea i found Now you're diving to the depths of the rubble of a storm
Raise your hand up in a fist throw a chain across the door Were you lying when you said we would settle all these scores Oh you were just some old idea i wore Now you're chasing after tyrants beating drums and throwing stones Giving substance to the silence of your well-appointed home Giving comfort to the guilty with every well-intentioned blow Oh you were just some old idea i know