[Intro: Pumping melodic bass riff, slight guitar feedback, steady hi-hat] [Verse 1] A cheap bouquet in a rented room The sweet decay of a velvet tomb You’re looking thin in the static glare A paper soul with a vacant stare I’ll be the bruise, you be the skin The secret place where the light gets in We’re chasing ghosts through the underground The only ones who don't want to be found [Pre-Chorus] [Bass gets heavier] Like a loaded gun In the morning sun And we’ve just begun... [Chorus] Another fix, another face Another trip to a hollow place Another saint, another sin Another skin to be living in The more we give, the less we feel The only thing that is ever real Is the way we break... [Verse 2] The needle drops on a broken song We’re right at home where we don't belong A lipstick trace on a silver spoon A pale eclipse of a paper moon Sell your heart for a designer name It’s all the same in the lonely game Wrap your arms around the ghost of me It’s the only way to be truly free [Pre-Chorus] Like a loaded gun In the morning sun And we’ve just begun... [Chorus] Another fix, another face Another trip to a hollow place Another saint, another sin Another skin to be living in The more we give, the less we feel The only thing that is ever real Is the way we break... [Bridge] [Drums drop to a floor-tom beat] [Guitar feedback builds slowly] It’s the comedown. It’s the crash. The diamond heart. The cigarette ash. [Vocal builds to a snarl] The diamond heart! The cigarette ash! [Guitar Solo: Melodic, whiny, high-octave fuzzy guitar] [Chorus] Another fix, another face Another trip to a hollow place Another saint, another sin Another skin to be living in The more we give, the less we feel The only thing that is ever real Is the way we break... [Outro] The way we break. (The way we break) Another you. Another me. Completely. [Feedback ring-out] [End]
