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 too 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
And every encore soothe your rage
Squint with one eye
Hum a show tune, wait
For your ride to say
Oh, that's where you must have lost your way
Megaphones and helicopters squeal
Hey, are you okay?
Searchlights circle
Where we lost our way
All our accidents went purposeful and fell
Stripped of providence or any way to tell
Our intentions were intangible and sweet
Sick with simple math and shy discoveries, piled up against our impending defeat