The heart, the head, the fingers, the body
That was arched convexly towards the ceiling
The breaths, my limp fists that have clenched
The head whispers 'idiots, idiots, idiots'
Everyone whispers 'idiots, idiots, idiots'
Afterwards, it was all so quiet
I'd almost forgotten it happened
The street I've walked before
The store that's too far away
The high-rises, the grade-school reactions and all the questions
A jacket that looks like one I've held
A road I've walked before
A scent that smells like a back I've touched
The heart, the back, the neck bent
The fist that's hit me in the forehead
The heel of the Achilles kind
The headache belongs to someone else now
But that jacket, that road
Ravens' cry in the background when it all starts over again
If you're wondering why we never run into each other
'Cause when I see you, my friend, it all comes back again
Then it all comes back again
I should go but the flesh is weak
I should go but the flesh is weak
I should go but the flesh is weak
I'd like to stay and talk
I'd like to stay and talk
I'd like to stay and talk
In through the gate and up the stairs