All the Wrong Places

I paint illusion on a cold night

Burn soft, make me shiver, let me think twice

I was born on the old Park Avenue

Down 'neath the skylark, out of view

Now, who is the reverend and who is the priest?

Who is the preacher who brings the beast?

What make the quiet one say the least?

And who laid the fire in front of me?

Because I

I get stuck in all the wrong places

When I explore all the right things

Then I

I get lost in all the sad faces

How do I make that choir sing?

May the light in the dust turn the gold into rust

May the light in the dust turn the gold into rust

What made you stand out in the dark?

Who made your significance fall apart?

Who bought you tears of the coldest kind?

Sea swept the fear into your mind

Who made me look at you the wrong way?

Born by the book about judgement day

Who put the love in lunacy?

And who laid the fire in front of me?

Because I

I get stuck in all the wrong places

When I explore all the right things

Then I

I get lost in all the sad faces

How do I make that choir sing?

May the light in the dust turn the gold into rust

May the light in the dust turn the gold into rust

I get stuck, I get, I get stuck

I get, I get stuck, I get, I get stuck

I get, I get stuck, I get, I get stuck

I get, I get stuck, I get, I get stuck

I get stuck in all the wrong places

When I explore all the right things

Then I

I get lost in all the sad faces

How do I make that choir sing?

I get stuck in all the wrong places

I get stuck in all the wrong places

I get stuck in all the wrong places

When I explore all the right things

May the light in the dust turn the gold into rust

May the light in the dust turn the gold into rust

I get stuck, I get, I get stuck

I get, I get stuck, I get, I get stuck

I get, I get stuck, I get, I get stuck

I get, I get stuck, I get, I get stuck