Perfect Symmetry
I shake through the wreckage for signs of lifeScrolling through the paragraphsClicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we doBurning down the capitalsThe wisest of the animals
Who are you? What are you living for?Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more
This life is lived in perfect symmetryWhat I do, that will be done to me
Read page after page of analysisLooking for the final scoreWe're no closer than we were before
Who are you? What are you fighting for?Holy truth? Brother, I choose this mortal life
Lived in perfect symmetryWhat I do, that will be done to meAs the needle slips into the run out grooveLove, maybe you'll feel it too
And maybe you'll find life is unkind and over so soonThere is no golden gate, there's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy, you ought to leave this townGet out while you can the meter's running downThe voices in the streets you loveEverything is better when you hear that soundWoah, woah, woah
Spineless dreamers hide in churchesPieces of pieces of rush hour busesI dream in emails, worn out phrasesMile after mile of just empty pages
Wrap yourself around meWrap yourself around me
As the needle slips into the run out grooveMaybe you'll feel it too, maybe you'll feel it tooMaybe you'll feel it too, maybe you'll feel it too
(Spineless dreamers hide in churches)Pieces of pieces of rush hour busesI dream in emails, worn out phrasesMile after mile of just empty pages