The sandy-haired son of Hollywood Lost his faith in all that's good Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock Hung his clothes on the shower rod But he
I wish you knew what I could do If only it weren't so hard Trust the stage and take over the podium And catch this crowd off guard And in the silence
You say you know me now Well, I don't think we figure out Who we ever are, who we ever are Listen to yourself And sing another song, sing another song
I sound like Michael Stipe And I dream like Carl Jung And I look just like a show girl Who sleeps with her makeup on And I'm ready for the foot lights
And it starts like this, we crave to be kissed By a moment complete in its happiness Far away from the things that we wish to escape That lead us to think
I've seen the death of rock and roll And I am living proof No one here can dig a hole And not find the truth Phil, you are not gone Phil, you are not
Stop wasting your words Convincing yourself no one hurts Time killed the rebel That could not change with time And fashion placed a flower At the image
Some people wish they could be like Moses And get their information from burning bushes Well, I tried and the neighbors complained I set their lawns aflame
I think therefore I think I am I can't make my mind up And I can't make you understand How I get distracted, how I search for things to say How I let
We storm the stage, we play our part Everybody loves a thespian We jump a grade, we make our mark Everybody loves a champion And we are larger than
I changed my name, I had it made I sold my soul and I never got paid When it's one long line after another You can't get a green card And all you want
It's only me, the tattooed girls and the freaks Standing here lost at sea Old ideas and paper bones is all we are And all we'll ever be The sky is as
And she lies quietly amid her empty room And probes her open heart to verify the wound She receives the phone call, she rewinds the message tape She walks
One, two, three, four Richard is important to Richard And his most important friends He doesn't take phone calls He sits in his office and pretends He
And I want to be down And I want to get up And I want to lay low And I want to be loved But a dream makes noise, you better check your head Ambition is
Cross the line and erase any doubt You walk the carpet until you wear it out Listening to songs tearing at your heart With every box you pack, you feel
Jesus, the world is falling to pieces Will you come back and be our hero and release us? And if so, will you get your own show? And we'll be saved and
late nights early morning we talked until there was nothing left to say it was strange the war was on but ive never felt so safe [chorus] but ive never
