Lyrics

Sometimes the conversation Is a road to the south Beyond the leaking roof To the dry mouth Sometimes intrepidation Is the roadkill in me Oh walk on in and solve the mystery Single configuration I'm out on bended knee Oh call for help I'm separating free House in my head has left me for dead House in my head, and I'm going home Sometimes the conversation Leads roads out to the south Past leaking roofs And dry, dry mouths So this isolation A hole too hard on me It was somebody I knew They threw away the key Sometimes conversation Is a road to the south Beyond the leaking roof Of a drying mouth Footsteps inside this nation Follow tracks, comparted train When I felt this funeral march along my brain Take me out of the street lights Out of the safe light Oh oh oh oh...