Who am I? Who am I? When I don't know myself Another day I was already missing Before the night I left Of painted walls and football on the TV No one sees me I fade away

Save yourself, save yourself I like to stick to walls Deserving conversations and lifting them when they fall I am a fire escape, my spine's made of iron My heart pumps that old red paint Save yourself, save yourself, yourself I see the seasons change

The family fatal In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands You won't see us come Paint the walls Taste the blade On the night of long knives They bring the night of long knives

Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in