[Instrumental solo — slow, sad, cinematic] The corners of my mind Lie shattered on the ground And if I stay here long enough The silence knows your name I could pick the pieces up Replace my mind shard by shard But there's no adhesive strong enough To fix what's broken at the heart And you were always good at that — Finding cracks and pouring in Not to heal but just to fill the space With everything that serves you And there's a difference between being fine And holding it together I'm just trying my best to survive til morning And there's a difference between loving you And living with the things you do Sometimes you'd rather burn together Than be cold and alone If I only had a brain, said the scarecrow to the bird Then I'd find the words to say So that you wouldn't fly away I wish I were a tin man Then I'd have no heart to break But I'm afraid that I'm the lion With no courage left to take The whiskey on my breath Tells the story I won't say If anyone should ask I'll smile and say I'm okay 'Cause I'm nobody's fool As long as Nobody's your name Picture perfect family Is the portrait in the frame But the glass is cracked and no one Bothers looking close enough And I keep playing house with you 'Cause leaving takes too much And there's a difference between being fine And holding it together I'm just trying my best to survive til morning And there's a difference between loving you And living with the things you do Sometimes you'd rather burn together Than be cold and alone If I only had a brain, said the scarecrow to the bird Then I'd find the words to say So that you wouldn't fly away I wish I were a tin man Then I'd have no heart to break But I'm afraid that I'm the lion With no courage left to take There's no yellow brick road from here No wizard behind the door No ruby slippers bring you home When home don't exist anymore And you were never home to me Just somewhere I kept returning A warm place built on rotten wood That I kept calling certain The tightrope is the only road No net below the blunder Too proud to fall, too tired to walk Too hollow not to wonder I'd rather be your wreckage Than be nobody's anything That's the part they never put Inside the fairy tale they sing [Electric Bass Guitar — slow riffs, heavy slide, final resolve] If I only had a brain, said the scarecrow to the bird Then I'd find the words to say So that you wouldn't fly away I wish I were a tin man Then I'd have no heart to break But I'm afraid that I'm the lion — With no courage left to take... No courage left... To take...
