[Pre-Chorus 1] There you go again. It was worth it I know. As you slam my car door. The silence grows. This ebb and flow, the only way to catch a glimpse, of… …the girl I know. [thick 4-bar cello solo] [Chorus 1] The girl that slips to me, sometimes, In the night. when the rocks are rare. Leaving the fiends behind, [emphasis on ‘stem’ and not ‘her’] Clutching her stem, with my lighter. And sometimes… I …can .. see-behind-her-demons, The spark of…the girl I know… [BRIDGE 1] But as it goes, it always goes. A fight will grow, If the rocks stay rare. [pause] For a moment though, you’re mine …and then… the storm moves in… [Pre-Chorus 2] You’re attacking. I’m taking it, on the chin. Accepting it, apologizing. Until I’ve had enough, Attacking over nothing. And then, When it won’t stop, I stand up for me. I… Set my truth free. And as it goes When the truth Is exposed, you give up, and, Run …a …way, It’s happening again. It happens every day!!! It’s fucking insane. I saw the wreck before the train [pause] [Chorus 2] [slow, Emotional, breaking voice with emphasis on each ‘rage’] And then I rage, and I rage, and I rage. [slow, wild, shouting voice with emphasis on each ‘rage’] And I rage, and I rage! I rage! [maximum insanity with emphasis on each ‘rage’] And I rage!!! And I rage!!! I fucking goddamn fucking RAGE!!!!!!! [Bridge : male vocals] One day I wish you’d find the grace. The courage, to speak your truth, to my face. And stay… [emphasis on tenderly pronouncing ‘Doll’] And stay …Doll… and stay …And stay… [emphasis on tenderly pronouncing ‘Doll’] Stay,… don’t run a…way…again… [emphasis on tenderly pronouncing ‘Doll’] …Just stay …Doll Right here… [pre-Chorus 1] You run from my truth. I’m resolute, I don’t lie. The truth is the fucking truth. [wild 4-bar cello solo] It just …is. (truth is just truth, Doll) [wild 4-bar cello solo] It’s happening again It happens every day!!! When you storm and roil and slam the door… [Chorus 1] [slow and tender] Mmmmm… mmmm…. [slow, Emotional, breaking voice with emphasis on each ‘rage’] I rage, and I rage, and I rage [slow, shouting voice with emphasis on each ‘rage’] And I rage, and I rage! I rage! [maximum insanity with emphasis on each ‘rage’] And I rage!!! And I rage!!! I fucking goddamn fucking RAGE!!!!!!!!! [Bridge 2] [slow, authentic whispered spoken word] …and it means nothing, doll. I’m just mad… Raging at circumstance, not at you. Circumstance beyond control. It’s …not …your …fucking …fault.
