I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect?

I'm comin' over See me down at the station By the lane With my hands in my pocket Jingling a wish coin That I stole from a fountain That was drowning all the cares in the world When I get older Climbin' up on the back porch fence

I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain

Where was I? When he was feeling on you with his hands? Seen the vivid pictures in my head I'm under the assumption love is dead Dead inside Spend a lot of time stuck in this head of mine Under the assumption love is dead, already Just let me be here

So baby when I get famous Everybody's gonna see You never really knew me There's diamonds hiding in my hands They're gonna cut through the windows Ain't no one messing with my plans Right now my star is in limbo Sit back and watch my scrawny frame

How great Thou art Then sings my soul My Savior, God, to Thee How great thou art Oh Lord my God When I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made I see the stars

You make me feel brand new I'll never find the words, my love To tell you how I feel, my love Mere words could not explain Precious love You held my life within your hands Created everything I am Taught me how to live again

I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy Is it 'cause a nigga cook like a professor I

Love lies bleeding in my hands And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band The roses in the window box Have

I will walk, with my hands bound I will walk, with my face blood I will walk, with my shadow flag Into your garden Garden of stone The direction of the eye So misleading The defection of the soul Nauseously quick