Now coming down out of this swandive to your arms
I make no sound as I move through your reservoirs
I wake up quick and I wake up sick as you
Abandon me into these fields of rank and file
Through this crowd I hear you breathing
Through these bars I watch them bring more in
Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Where I slow-dance to this romance on my own
It may be two to tango, but boy, it's one to let go
It's just one to let go
Now boy keep still, don't spread yourself around
Get back in line, eat your bread and just work the plow
'Cause you're not through, we're not done with you, did you
think you were the only one who's been let down?
Sleep tight little boys of the new damned
Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand
Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Where I slow-dance to this romance on my own
It may take two to tango, but boy, it's one to let go
Now another bad idea gets through
Down the assembly line to you
You're every bride I should have burned
Every lesson I've unleared
Now in this smoke filled waiting room with
Incarcerated lovesick fools I will
Wait for you to cut me loose
But till then
I send back letters from the waseland home
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
I send back letters from the wasteland home
From where I slow dance to this romance on my own
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