| I can read the paper in a thousand different ways |
| And I can tell you how I’m feeling, but only when I’m on stage |
| And I can tell it’s understood, 'cause I can hear it in your smile |
| Curving round your words and downwards in a spiral |
| Those big container ships, you never see 'em move |
| But you turn away to talk and they’re right in front of you |
| I cherry picked the fights I was willing to ignite |
| A suicidal evangelist took me for a ride |
| It’s not what I wanted, but I think this will do |
| I flew like an anvil before I found you |
| I was sick of the comforts the stains on my hands |
| But when I crawl up beside you I start to make plans |
| And I think of myself now as what you tell me you see |
| I don’t cry in the morning and I smile when I sleep |
| The cold snap of those lights as I walk through the dark |
| I forget all those old lines 'cause I got a new part |
| Now when I see that old stranger he goes to tip his hat |
| Looks around to check the time and disappears just like that |
| I get to cherry pick the nights I extend the invites |
| Dear suicidal evangelist, you’re full of shit and I won’t die |
| It’s not what I wanted, but I think this will do |
| I flew like an anvil before I found you |
| I was sick of the comforts the stains on my hands |
| But when I crawl up beside you I start to make plans |
| And I think of myself now as what you tell me you see |
| I don’t cry in the morning cause I like what I see |
| The cold snap of those lights as I walk through the dark |
| I forget all those old lines 'cause I got a new part |
| Look, suicidal evangelist, there’s no more room in my heart |
| There’s no more room in my heart |
| There’s no more room in my heart |
| There’s no more room in my heart |
| There’s no more room in my heart |
| There’s no more room in my heart |
| There’s no more room in my heart |
| There’s no more room in my heart |
| There’s no more room in my heart |