Album Name : At Home We Are Tourists
Release Date : 2009-04-24
Song Duration : 3:04
Settle I Saw An Inferno Once
Indecision, it's all upstairs
In the hide-away
In the closet
It's where you keep your clothes
Where you hide your gun
You've got no bullets
But pull the trigger for fun
Your city's sleeping
Your city's sleeping
Underneath the blankets you're still screaming
So keep it in
Hold it tight
You should let go of all that you've been thinking
It's time you realize
Or throw it all away
It's all a charade
It isn't worth it anyway
So tell your friends that you'll see them soon
If you see what everyone else sees
Whatever they say you are
That's what you'll be
Your mind is pacing
Fists clenched
Your tired fingers are searching, searching again
It makes sense
You've seen this before
In your room at night
Behind a locked door
This is not the bitter end
This is not the bitter end
This tragic story's final draft will not be handed in
So spin the record
One more time
And watch it go round and round again
It's time you realize
Or throw it all away
It's all a charade
It isn't worth it anyway
So tell your friends that you'll see them soon
If you see what everyone else sees
Whatever they say you are
That's what you'll be