Run the water 'til it scalds you know that I'm listening Pitter-patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelain Watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within They described you in detail, I knew everything... An artist's impression of the Manhattan skyline And a soon to be burned scar in the perfect shape of the sooner state I fall to my knees My piss-soaked jeans The first time, the last time, all the times in-between The first time, the last time, all the times I would've liked there to have been I can't believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea...