Every friday at three shadows escape from the factory. If you can go to the show, hurry up and get back to me. Tonight we meet underground where the air is thick like mud, and the bands make noise that we call audio blood.

Don't worry I can keep a secret. Don't worry he can keep a secret. Don't worry, come on now doll, you know you've got a secret.

I can't tell which lights to go through and you can't want me like I want you.

You're a fcuk up and you're a drunk, but in your heart you know better. You're a poet and you're a liar and it's all for your heart's desire. Your eyes are only seeing gray and you'll drink the rest of your days away.

I am more than you know, street lights and open roads.
I am more than a face, stuck living in one place.
So call me California, call me what you will,
cause I'm bigger than this place and so far from alone.

I'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go.
You've been the only thing that's right, in all I've done.
And I can barely look at you, but every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere away from here.

You'd never catch me, I'm stealing last nights story
but I doubt you really cared at all, no not at all.
You're the muse in my life, when you leave I'll die.
Will you keep me alive?

First it comes on quiet, creeping slow. Clever words
and phrases only stain. I remain so lost and buried
under everything I need, when all I want is you.

I love to look into your big brown eyes. They talk to me and seem to hypnotize. They say the things nobody dares to say and I'm not about to let you fly away.

You can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something.