Lyrics:

Candle is blue, could see me through
I'm colorblind
They tell me it's blue, I'm a believer
That's why I'm blind
Live on the freeway, listen to signs
And we drive by feel
Be a believer, believe everything
You'll be right half the time

Candle is waxing, takes my apartment
I bask in its magic
All of the firefighters put out my fires
Took all my matches
Staying up later, waking up old
And I'm leaving her never
Ordering in all friends and lovers
And we're making our weather with a lone lifeboat

I'm tired of fighting, so I'll demolish
That's the way
Some make exhaustion a mode of expression
And that's the way
I'm just a question, knowing my answer
Hope I'm wrong
I know the answer, it's four in the morning, I'm right again
I'm Chinatown

Now in a hurry, rubbing up urgent
To get home to dot
Was my miss mistress, messed up my mattress
I missed the catch
Last of the pictures, catfish done hunting
Harry Lundt
Most of the killers never get famous
And it's hard on everyone
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting so I'll demolish
That's the way
Some make exhaustion a mode of expression
And that's the way
I'm just a question, knowing my answer
Hope I'm wrong
I know the answer, it's four in the morning, I'm right again
I'm Chinatown