Sainthood Reps Condor
I fell from the ship, drifting my way from the sea
I woke in a hotel room, where my lovers waited for me
(I want to go, alone)
(I want to go, alone)
We've all dressed up for a night on the town
Strangers in my closet, wearing rubber evening gowns
I set fire to bridges built with stones thrown at my
chest
I set fire to bridges built with songs that I collect
Everyone I know might as well be dead
Everyone I know might as well be dead
Break down my door, put on my silver tie
Smile for the camera, watch my family die
The old man, at my next bed
Decaying like a rusty nail
The snap of the flash wants his eye for one more
granted time
I set fire to bridges built with stones thrown at my
chest
I set fire to bridges built with songs that I collect
Everyone I know might as well be dead
Everyone I know might as well be dead
(I want to go, alone)
(I want to go, alone)
