Army Of Me Back To Business
Show me signs, show me billboards,
something to guide my way.
I walk with purpose in darkness,
stumble in the light of day.
So won't you help me?
Won't you help me out?
I'm starting over here.
And I'm so tired, I can't stay awake.
Nothing is safe, but so much at stake.
When we awake, oh, it's back to business,
to the business of hanging on.
And all these one-way conversations,
and drinks that don't quench my thirst.
I look to you for some answers.
Your silence, it hangs like a curse.
So won't you help me?
Won't you help me out?
I'm starting over here.
And I'm so tired, I can't stay awake.
Nothing is safe, but so much at stake.
When we awake, oh, it's back to business,
to the business of hanging on,
to the business of letting go.
What you do, you do it slow.
cause I could read the lines,
read them in your eyes.
And I'm so tired, I can't stay awake.
Nothing is safe, but so much at stake.
When we awake, oh, it's back to business,
to the business of hanging on,
to the business of growing cold,
to the business of facing facts,
to the business of letting go.
