(Take 4679, part two, hour eight, hour eight)
(Yeah)
Heaven is a place hidden on your floor
I'm falling off the carpet edge and it's a long way down, down
I'll leave before the monuments of love, now I'm buried underneath them
So baby, when I hold the dagger we can all hang out, but probably not
No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway
So, tell me what I want
But only when I want
Tell me what I want to hear
(Now)
(Now)
You only see the dark side of my love (love)
A fetish for the afterlife, and dead-end microphones, sharp enough to cut
Now our lips are bleeding from the tires
But you don't see the difference between
The color of the dried blood in the rust, well so
Tell me what I want
But only when I want
Tell me what I want to hear
(Now)
Tell me what I want
Only when I want
Tell me what I want to hear
What if I told you I'm phasing out
And I'm not wearing any skin?
I hope you leave a scar (leave a scar)
And we just get deeper
Heaven is a place we can't afford
Life goes on, and on, and the peace feels nice
Maybe I should find another ride 'cause
No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway
Tell me what I want
But only when I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what I want
And only when I want
Tell me what I want to hear