Behead a rosе

And your heart Crusoes

And your bones feel light as feathers

There's nothing quite like a lover's leapfrogging

He beds a rose

And its heart explodes

With a flick of the wrist and a bat of the eye

A cross of the T and you re yours; I am mine

(In and out/right or wrong/black and white)

Expecting to see morning light

We draw the blinds to mortar lines

(All board/getty up/pick it up)

Olick-it-or-ticket? Forget it

Change the channel. Turn the tv off

O, everybody...

We're passing over every stop

We re speeding up, conductor

A bouncing ball at sub-light speeds

Let's never stop conductor

It's all or nothing, all or nothing

All or nothing, I know you're listening

You're buckled for safety

But I think that maybe

This train that we ride, it's a slow suicide

For the hearts that we beat to a pulp every night

0, everybody is waiting for the next train out of town