and

Maybe I should speak.

We can count our blessings in the rain.

Talking is so cheap, save the parlor tricks, count your money alone.

Holding on to the free.

I want to show you all what

I mean. careful what you say

And never underestimate the wait.

I know you hear the songs that we could sing but do not stay.

I hope you know the change.

I love the change and now we got the change, we make the song sound like what we want.

Who am I to tell you what is wrong?

Talking is so cheap, so save the politics, you can never get rid of me.

I tell you everything,

I write it down. (Whats the destination?)

Well, I sew my body to yours so that

I can speak but my serpent-hands are holding me, but, my razor tongue will fix it all away.

It might be two dimensional, but the story is great.

I sew my body to yours so as

I can see the lovers in the front row and all the ghosts in the back seat.

I sew my body to yours, so as

I am free.

There's two versions of my fate... and so we shall see.

Put me in the dirt.