| [00:34.50] | Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't |
| [00:41.51] | |
| [00:42.97] | When I'm done with the thrill, when I finally come home |
| [00:50.12] | But that's a long way home that is |
| [00:54.54] | When I finally come away from all the sinking ships |
| [01:01.27] | I'm tired of trying |
| [01:08.65] | It could take a long time |
| [01:12.79] | To forget that color of the water |
| [01:16.78] | Only the deepest blues |
| [01:20.90] | Can get me back to the crux of the matter |
| [01:25.44] | She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience |
| [01:30.01] | And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss |
| [01:33.89] | She's a replica, another image of no patron saints |
| [01:38.95] | Not one, no one to trust outside of this |
| [01:43.01] | Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't |
| [01:50.71] | If I'm losing my step will you carry me home? |
| [01:58.12] | But that's a long way home that is |
| [02:02.74] | Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships? |
| [02:09.29] | Oh baby, I'm trying |
| [02:16.34] | It could take a long time |
| [02:19.04] | |
| [02:20.66] | To forget that color of the water |
| [02:24.70] | Only the deepest blues |
| [02:28.95] | Can get me back to the crux of the matter |
| [02:33.38] | She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience |
| [02:38.30] | And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss |
| [02:41.94] | She's a replica, another image of no patron saints |
| [02:47.16] | Not one, no one to trust outside of this |
| [02:50.28] | But it's got blood, not your blood |
| [02:52.46] | It's that blood on your hands |
| [02:54.71] | Well, your friends are your friends |
| [02:56.71] | Or your biggest fans |
| [02:58.89] | So pin that letter, pin that letter |
| [03:00.95] | Pin that letter to your chest |
| [03:03.46] | I confess, I confess, I confess |
| [03:07.33] | Bring it back and cut it loose |
| [03:09.51] | Put it on like all the rest |
| [03:11.57] | You tell them lies, I'll tell them truths |
| [03:13.63] | I confess, I confess |
| [03:15.81] | |
| [03:16.43] | She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience |
| [03:20.65] | And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss |
| [03:24.40] | She's a replica, another image of no patron saints |
| [03:29.57] | Not one, no one to trust outside of this |
| [03:32.85] | She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience |
| [03:37.60] | And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss |
| [03:41.31] | She's a replica, another image of no patron saints |
| [03:46.37] | Not one, no one to trust outside of this |