This city's got a crush on me
The driest romance of the century
An arctic plea to fallen stone
A disconnection notice on the phone
You’re all lined up like you’ve got something to prove
Are you waiting for blood or are you waiting for the truth
I think about I think about a blindfolded fight
Where all the streets will wear the glasses and I'm never right
I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night
I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night
Like taking candy from the mouths of babes
Like picking flowers for your lover from another’s grave
Are the buildings collapsing from the weight of sin and
Will I be frozen if I look back at them
I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night
And I'll think about these things until I get it right