12 Blown Tires

Making excuses, looking back

I'm getting good at ignoring the past

Seems like our luck was all we had

Hold me so long without having to ask

For me again

I go on counting

Press my desire to the margins

I've been face down in the garden

You're quick, but time moves faster

Love like a natural disaster

When I walk, I'm barely touching the pavement

You smile and laugh while you're waving

To me again

I go on counting

No flower withers

No flower withers in your hand

In your hand

I know you are the golden son

And where you walk, new life has begun

Waiting for fate to make it fast

Hold me so long without having to ask

12 blown tires in under a mile

12 blown tires in under a mile

Looking for a stone in a dust pile

Counted 12 blown tires in under a mile

Swaying backstage at Terminal 5

Fleshed out, kissed up, I'm feeling alive

Looking for a stone in this weather

Couldn't even rub two dimes together

When I walk, I'm barely touching the pavement

We smile and laugh while we're waving

Cycling in down the drain to the basement

Hang on to the time that I wasted

For me again

I go on counting

I see our fates

Go on colliding