What left you blank could leave you restless out of breath
young princes slave the day away
your pennies save and often spent
what has been lost has been received and lost in ceremony

She was a dancer for children
She has a chance for an exit
She was a builder of cities
He had the lips of a cobra

They carved your portrait into woods
our swords still under the sheets
on T.V. screens and V.C.R.'s

She was a dancer for children
She has a chance for an exit
She was a builder of cities
He had the lips of a cobra

Calling all jungle boys the party's over
poaching won't get you nothing but death
on the roof of my mouth
to the bodies on the desert floor
grab handfuls of hair pull to belly splits
splitting on a system that made you rich

She was a dancer for children
She has a chance for an exit
She was a builder of cities
He had the lips of a cobra

Words from your lips onto your tongue
all the novels that you read
all the useless information
Words, we throw 'em at each other
and mix 'em up together
to formulate an opinion
without a second thought
my thoughts are yours your thoughts are mine
just divided by.

(WORDS)
I know why I'm talking will you leave the light on