THEY'RE OFF PLAYING GOD

The only thing that keeps me from driving this car, Half-light, jack knife into the canyon at night. Do I care if I survive this? Bury the dead where they’re found In a veil of great surprises; I wonder did you love me at all?

The only thing that keeps me from cutting my arm, Cross hatch, warm bath, Holiday Inn after dark. Do I care if I despise this? Nothing else matters I know In a veil of great disguises; how do I live with your ghost?

I want to save you from your sorrow

The only reason why I continue at all, Faith in reason, I wasted my life playing dumb. Do I care if I survive this? Bury the dead where they’re found In a veil of great surprises; hold to my head till I drown