Seven Digit Pin Code (demo)

By The Format

On B-Sides & Rarities

Released on 2007

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They found my body near the river

Now all the people in our town, they think it was your father

I didn't get your consent, but that's how I make my rent

The voyeur; it's hard to make a friend

When it's too hard to put down the lens

And so, I float

Drifted 'bout 50 miles past Jamestown

I was recovered in the moor where I floated onto shore

While the James was good to me

And the barbed wire, that's another story

It's hard to rest in peace

When you can't get no sympathy

And so...

I can't seem to keep my mind off that night

The way that you laughed with all your friends

Beneath the bar lights

I couldn't help but hate you

So I followed you, I followed you home

And oh, take off your clothes, stand by the window

So I can see the scar that sits below your navel

And oh, with the Rosary, I wish that was me

How I wish I could rest upon your chest forever

I float, I float, I float

I wish that I believed in heaven

I can't thank Sunday School for that

Send me a seven digit pin code

Let me repent, let me believe

We learned it all once we could comprehend

The folding of our hands, the bending of our knees

And the Hail Mary's all along the bedside

My innocence must have caught his eye

Enough to ruin the last 16 years of my life

It's so hard to repent

When you've been given no such reason to believe

I took off my clothes, stood by the window

Well don't you see that same scar sits below my navel?

And oh, but it's there for life

Better yet, the lack thereof

How I wish I could come back as a piece of jewelry

And oh, I float

I float, I float