Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't
When I'm done with the thrill, when I finally come home
But that's a long way home that is
When I finally come away from all the sinking ships
I'm tired of trying

It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter

She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience
And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica, another image of no patron saints
Not one, no one to trust outside of this

Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't
If I'm losing my step will you carry me home?
But that's a long way home that is
Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships?
Oh baby, I'm trying

It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter

She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience
And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica, another image of no patron saints
Not one, no one to trust outside of this

But it's got blood, not your blood
It's that blood on your hands
Well, your friends are your friends
Or your biggest fans

So pin that letter, pin that letter
Pin that letter to your chest
I confess, I confess, I confess

Bring it back and cut it loose
Put it on like all the rest
You tell them lies, I'll tell them truths
I confess, I confess

She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience
And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica, another image of no patron saints
Not one, no one to trust outside of this

She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience
And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica, another image of no patron saints
Not one, no one to trust outside of this