I shake through the wreckage for signs of life Scrolling through the paragraphs Clicking through the photographs Who are you, what are you living for? Tooth for tooth Maybe we'll go one more This life Is lived in perfect symmetry What I do, that will be done to me I wish I could make sense of what we do Burning down the capitals Wisest of the animals Who are you, what are you fighting for? Holy truth, brother, I choose this mortal life Lived in perfect symmetry What I do, that will be done to me As the needle Slips into the run-out groove Love, maybe you'll feel it too And maybe you'll find life is unkind And over so soon There is no golden gate There's no heaven waiting for you Oh, boy, you oughta leave this town Get out while you can The meter's running out The voices in the streets you love Everything is better when you hear that shout Woah, woah Spineless dreamers, worn out phrases Mile after mile of just empty pages Wrap yourself around me Wrap yourself around me As the needle slips into the run-out groove Maybe you'll feel it too Maybe you'll feel it too Maybe you'll feel it too (spineless dreamers) Maybe you'll feel it too (hide in churches) Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses