My mast ain't so sturdy My head is at half I'm searching the clouds for the score
My lady avails herself Of marked down freedom Forever cashed out to no more
She put the blam in the blame Bullets bearing the name Of each tigress who's left you a tooth Save the skins for a pelt And the rest for a belt That can't open No nothing Can't open No nothing
Young liars Thank you for taking my hands
Young liars Oh thank you for taking my hands
Well it's cold and it's quiet And cobblestone cold in here Fucking for fear of not wanting To fear again Lonely is all we are Lovely so far But my heart's still a marble In an empty jelly jar
Someday suppose that my Curious nervousness Spills into prescience Clairvoyant consciousness I will be calmer than cream Making maps out of your dreams
But will psychic ability Clinch the nativity Or simply diminish the flinch
Oh young liars Thank you for taking my hands
And burying them deep In the world's wet womb Where no one can heed their commands
Except young liars
Voice string trombone Pull me forward onward To the sea
Take my picture Soon all I will be Is my disease
Voice string trombone Pull me forward onward To the sea