a tragic world record

when you've taken everything

and there's nothing left to give. you're stuck with an empty skin

i'll call it 'my human bag'. but you can't forget the past

i keep my diary on it's chest. my keys are in it's mouth

i write my lyrics upon it's legs. this thing is like a nightmare

it's hard to drag it anywhere. i'm riding round in your town. there's love than everything else in your house

you can't escape the truth

it's dangerous. now i have a fraction of

the respect i used to have. forget everything you know

and you can fuck what you're fighting for. this thing is like a nightmare

our dreams can take us anywhere. i'm riding round in your town. there's love than everything else in your house

you can't escape the truth

it's dangerous. i'm outside the back of your house

trying hard to work it out. but you're always in the background

and looking out. you're looking out

this thing is like a nightmare

it's hard to drag it anywhere. i'm riding round in your town. there's love than everything else in your house

you can't escape the truth

it's dangerous. i'm outside the back of your house

trying hard to work it out. but you're always in the background

and looking out. you're looking out