Persona Non Grata

Getting dressed for a date

Put on blue aftershave

Wore a kilt like a Celt

Hid the way that I felt

Combat boots, fallen leaves

West Village Halloween

To a Bollywood song

Taking shots till we're gone

Unwelcome in the autumn

Persona non grata

I'm the last of the best

I'm your thoughts in the swamp

There's a playground of children

In the shadows of buildings

There's a line out the church

Where your homelessness works

Where the stain glass of crimson

Meets Ezekiel's Visions

Saw a valley of bones

Where no man shall be saved

And now you, you come to me, asking that

And now you, you come to me, and you're asking that

Oh, how can we reconcile?

Left your innocence there

In Tiananmen Square

You were filled with despair

Underfed and depressed

Vacant lot where a prison stood

God knows you never would

Lie to yourself

But you do every time

Made a life of deception

And passive aggression

Going to scream when I sing

Going to die in the rain

Turn me on

You're a knockout

Climb up on to my cloud

Do your worst to me now

Before I change my mind

And now you, you want to be true to me once again

And you want me to be true to you once again

Oh yeah, you, you want to be true to me once again

And you want me to be true to you once again