Sorry sir, I stole your money,
Sorry sir, I feel,but its so, so twisted,
So unreal.
It was what Id heard of
And what I didnt have,
But I cannot give what I do not have,
And I cannot take what I do not have.
I cant take it.
Dont stultify.
Dont hold me high.
Dont stultify.
Dont hold me high.
Too many things held precious,
Too many things held dear;
Thats what I hate,
Thats what I fear.
Too much to ask for
May leave me feeling lonely.
But too little leaves me nothing, nothing.
The drone in your voice, and the fly on the wall said,
its over, its over, its over, it is.
What do I wish for you, what do I wish?
Its over, its over, it is.
Are we still solemn and bleeding?
Are we still swimming to water that was wet?
You cant give away certain things that you get.
From the outside
To the inside I couldnt tell you how it really was
There has to be more on one hand,
Keep your head above water on the other, the other.
The drone in your voice, and the fly on the wall said,
its over, its over, its over, it is
What do I wish for you, what do I wish?
Its over, its over, it is.
Are we still solemn and bleeding?
Are we still swimming to water that was already wet?
I can forgive, but I wont forget.
Ill wish for you, Ill plead and Ill steal.
Hold me precious, hold me dear.
Ill wish for you,
Ill sing and Ill feel.
Dont stultify, dont hold me high.
Like a gothic staple, a last good-bye,
One way to float is if you die.
And its over, its over, its over.
Its over, its over, its over
Its over, its over.