Lyrics:

So you don't get to be a saint

Martyrs never last this long

Guess I'll never be the one

To defeat desire in song

Here's a marker

Here's my naked skin

Our 'exhibit A'

Put a small x where I lost my way



All the actors broke their legs

And it's to late to postpone

The producer's getting high

And the audience went home

Smile and take your awkward bow

Turn and stumble off the stage

Let the rain be your applause

Every encore sooth your rage

Squint with one eye

Hum a show-tune

wait for your right to say

oh that's where you must have lost your way



Megaphones in helicopters squeal “hey are you okay??

Searchlights circle, where we lost our way



All our accidents were purposeful and felt

Stripped of providence or any way to tell

But our intentions were intangible and sweet

Sick with simple math and shy discoveries

Piled up against our impending defeat.