A hope removed, a life resumed right here. And the Priest and the Rosary, the buck and the bond between me and me has long since broken. A boy who's grown, too short to see, a tale unfolds, too tall to see. A life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of a pensive heart.

Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down. A reprise, two times, that time, burn it to the ground.


Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down. A reprise, two times, that time, burn it to the ground.

We dance around the room, my love I'll carry you, and I'll teach you how to treat that leading lady that you'll meet. We dance around the truth, my dear I lie for you, but when I lie down, I'm simply lying to them too.