Getting dressed for a date Put on blue aftershave Wore a kilt like a Celt Hid the way that I felt Combat boots, fallen leaves West village halloween To a Bollywood song Taking shots 'til we're gone Unwelcome in the autumn Persona non grata I'm the last of the best I'm your thoughts in the swamp There's a playground of children In the shadows of buildings There's a line out the church Where your homelessness works Where the stain glass of crimson Meets Ezekiel's visions Saw a valley of bones Where no man shall be saved And now you, you come to me, asking that And now you, you come to me, and you're asking that Oh how can we reconcile? Left your innocence there In Tiananmen Square You were filled with despair Underfed and depressed Vacant lot where a prison stood God knows you never would Lie to yourself But you do every time Made a life of deception And passive aggression Going to scream when i sing Going to die in the ring Turn me on You're a knockout Climb up on to my cloud D your worst to me now Before I change my mind And now you, you want to be true, to me once again And you want me to be true, to you once again Oh yeah you, you want to be true, to me once again And you want me to be true, to you once again