this is a song for you to sing when you're waiting for the bus and the trees are flicking auburn off their paintbrush you found the greenest energy: a bicycle you got for free it's always public transport 'cause you smile when you're outside but no-one knows it better than you what you done in the autumn you take photos of the tags that own the town the gangs leap out like solar flares but you won't back down it's a parade of high-school threats, but nothing too bad's happened yet but they've found a team that you'll never get but no-one knows it better than you what you want you went away, you came back; and everyone says they knew you would you all signed a suicide pact with that neighbourhood the empty stores, the empty homes, the rusted lingering commercial zones the future's hard, but when you're gone they'll say "you had soul" and no-one knows it better than you who you are so if you write it down we'll act it out she says she won't leave you behind even when geography's not been kind but every day she's further away and it's harder to find something to say when it's over at least she'll know she took it as far as it could go but maybe that's the problem, who lets their own life get forgotten? but no-one knows it better than you what you need so if you write it down we'll act it out she still goes dancing on her bad ankle - a crowded bar? she'll find an angle and you wonder if there's any truth she won't ignore but when they play your favourite song she wants you to get swept along there's enough friends there to hoist her in the air, even if not for long but no-one knows it better than you who you are so if you write it down we'll act it out if you write it down we'll act it out but now it's time for all the words in your heart to get written down and acted out written down and acted out written down and acted out this is a song for you to take: put it in your pockets, hide it away and take it out to hold when your hands are getting cold this is a song that cannot sink "ah she's made of iron sir, i assure you she can" this is a song to help you break the ice as fast as you can because no-one knows it better than you who you are so if you write it down we'll act it out you're always outside this and always passing through it

i can't wait for that day when we are at the bottom of the food chain and we all get eaten by worthier richer people who don't perspire or cry i hope that day is soon because they must be getting hungry in their basements wild arms hang by your side and i wish that i could think of an interesting question remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident and if you don't exercise then you should exercise you should be comfortable and grey you should let your songs fade away into the sewers with the goldfish from the circus and the p.h. of their water and when you wake up the sky will be black the colours will have dripped away the buildings will be empty because they always have been empty and the silence will only be broken when you conduct the song of trash and garbage in your sleep: you sing it like this there's candles all around the runway and you're running from the bones inside your flesh and with that separation there can never be death remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident remember that you've got to be more confident but i've seen what you do with your self-esteem

the people who yell at you now don't know what you're all about, so you yell out for strength your memories grew wings and spread so everywhere you're pushed to now, your home is there one step ahead. and everywhere you go, and whatever it is you do, we'll always be there: a cloud of faeries around you cos we just don't fit in this world the way it is: something's gonna have to change. we just won't survive in this world outside: something's gonna have to change. we just refuse to live in this world the way it is: something's gonna have to change. we just refuse to live in this world the way it is: something's gonna have to change. you're not who they all say you are, you're who you've always proved you are, and we never stopped believing in you. well maybe for a minute we did but only for a minute kid, and now we're back for good. and everywhere you go, and whatever it is you do, we'll always be there: a cloud of faeries around you cos we just don't fit in this world the way it is: something's gonna have to change. we just won't survive in this world outside: something's gonna have to change. we just refuse to live in this world the way it is: something's gonna have to change. we just refuse to live in this world the way it is: something's gonna have to change.

a sunny spell melts all the glue inside the roof momentum flickers; you found the quickest way to centre stage but you're still clinging to the list of all the things you want her to say before you take your cue the audience knows it's here: a ghost on an empty stage you've got two lines - epilogue and prologue - deliver both at the same time. but when you try to have your own opinions about things they never seem to fly but he thinks about you all the time and sometimes when it gets to the middle of the night and he looks at you and he sees all kinds of light then he knows that he feels something right the way through and even if he can't make those feelings into words well he might have success making them into music and i know i'm just your bartender, but i think you should ask her i know i'm just your bus driver but i think you should ask her he's so (o0o0o0o0) in love with you and i know i'm just your bartender, but i think you should ask her i know i'm just your bus driver but i think you should ask her he's so (o0o0o0o0) in love with you and i know i'm just your bartender, but i think you should ask her i know i'm just your bus driver but i think you should ask her he's s (o0o0o0o0) in love with you

i'm always imagining what our first kiss might be like and i'm always wondering if what i'm doing is right cos i've tried so hard to be the kind of man i think i'd wanna be with if i was you and i wonder if tonight could be the night so i sit on the edge of your bed and tell you all the things inside of my head and i whisper please don't write it down it's just a secret i mean it, i think about you all the time. i look at you dead in your eyes and basically ran away and whenever i see you now i never know what to say cos i've tried so hard to do the kinds of things that people do when they think they're in love and i wonder is any of that enough? so i sit on the edge of your bed and tell you all the things inside of my head and i whisper please don't write it down it's just a secret i mean it, i think about you all the time. and i just love you that's all. Not like a boy. Not like a girl. i just love you that's all. and i just love you that's all. Not like a boy. Not like a girl. i just love you that's all.

you float on wings like empty angel freckles around your neck, you've got a feathered faith you wear a collar that pirouettes, you chased the nerves from my eyes in a way i didn't expect, our skin's a cauldron with mysteries inside it yet, i just don't know, i just don't know, you led me up those wooden steps, i looked behind you looked ahead, you've got a mucky little heart it came from the ground, you took those big outstretched arms and you pushed them down, i just don't know, i just don't know, i didn't know i was a part of you, i didn't know you were a part of me.

nights out drinks and shouts holding hands in the gutter and adventures in the graveyard spinning skulls by ourselves and i want to know your favourite dinosaur because i don't think that i could have made up a better friend than you and i go to your house to cook things i can't cook on my own and whenever you come to my house you always ask for tea because you know that i like to play that game where you try to throw the teabag into the teacup from across the room (and whenever it goes on the floor, i always have the one that went on the floor) because i don't think that i could have made up a better friend than you and silences with you are never awkward and awkwardness is always fun and ever since i came here you've been like a brother to me and if you needed something at 3am i'd go to price chopper and get it for you partly because i have an advantedge card and partly because it's open 24 hours but mostly because: i don't think that i could have made up a better friend than you

you're cheap, you're good, you're the most attractive person who ever served me breakfast, but you close at 1pm, it doesn't make economic sense. you're danny's diner. and you're on my top-5, all-time, all-star, desert island, favourite things about binghamton new york. you're creepy, you're disgusting, but you've got a cracking sense of style, you smell pretty bad and i haven't seen you in a while, i get drunk whenever i'm inside you and we make so much noise that the police get called. you're the abandoned masonic temple. and you're on my top-5, all-time, all-star, desert island, favourite things about binghamton new york. your jukebox is whatever's on youtube on the laptop behind the bar, there's a portrait of reagan lurking where the shotglasses are, you keep letting me play shuffleboard even when i'm trying to dance. you're the brass rail, and you're on my top-5 all-time all-star desert island favourite things about binghamton new york, i've got stockholm syndrome for binghamton new york.

i've made so many mistakes in my life it's hard to learn from them all but the one the water won't carry away is the one that i just realised there's so many things i tried to deny like how my pulse would fly when we used to hold hands and it used to be i wouldn't hear it and it used to be i wouldn't use it but i've found a voice for you now, i've found a voice for you now and at the time i wouldn't hear it and at the time i wouldn't use it but i've found a voice for you now, i've found a voice for you now maybe if i give my lungs to the river it would roar for me maybe when everything collapses in on itself then i'll figure out where to go i'm just pushing in some other direction, i'm gonna get out of here one day. and it used to be i wouldn't hear it and it used to be i wouldn't use it but i've found a voice for you now, i've found a voice for you now and at the time i wouldn't hear it and at the time i wouldn't use it but i've found a voice for you now, i've found a voice for you now

you made a beautiful choice your silent clothes from other wardrobes you used to love those old pictures of your mother but now you understand what was inside her. you ran away from home or home ran away from you you're outside inside outside inside outside it's a desert rainbow. a desert rainbow. a. desert. rainbow. you press your teeth against the carpet there's no direction there's just surface you wash in beer like carbon monoxide you'd take your own life. if you could find it. two men without names put each other in the ground. you're outside inside outside inside outside it's a desert rainbow. a desert rainbow. a. desert. rainbow. but it's not changed you're still the same you've got the same expression on your face you had that day and all the pain it never healed it never went away so do you give up or do you give it one more day? give it one more day.

drive the midnight empty bus this world and then you these ideas where i put my hands these streets these shirts these open holes this is the end and i ended i got swept up with the volcanoes and the crumbs of the coral that burst when we burst this is the end and there was no miracle in the end return to me like a wave inside return to me like the tides orphans and whales dance under the stars a sweating hand flicks the siren off this is the end and there was no miracle in the end. this. is. the. end. . . . and there was no miracle in the end.