Your strange fascination with the obvious
Makes you as startling as a window
Your keen sense of being oblivious
Shows that you've nothing to hide

From what I became to what I'll become
To what I once was having seen some
I went over the salt that's combined between us

From up there all you see is clouds
That might be bad, nothing like bliss
After the agings done, wonder how much I'd miss

To live beyond the ever lessening mercies of others
The shoulders that look our way
They scream out try solitude

The piss *****s in the newsroom
Got a knack for starting fires
They'll cut out your heart with a chainsaw
And **** it out over the wires

That might be bad, nothing like bliss
After the aging's done, wonder how much I'd miss

To live beyond the ever lessening mercies of others
The shoulders that look our way
They scream out try solitude

When the helping hands reach out
And take hold of the pillow that smothers
Heaven help us all who understand

Shiny's making it good, every promise made
Shiny's making it good, with the lives he saved
I don't want to be here when it goes down
When it all goes down, when it all goes down