Here I am again, I am here again
I left the wood and the wet pillow
in the other room, where you're sleeping
with memories of the snake oil
And this is my blood and we're still developing
If fast asleep, we're still developing
And snake oil lets the
secrets seep out like
a slow, steady volcano
And sometimes it burns sweet
then sometimes it can burn a hole right through you
But we hold our cards
and we've made the phone calls
And this train is moving too fast to jump off
Well maybe I don't know the first thing about myself
but I am trying really hard to crack this code
and I give up
And it's true that
when I think about my future I go blank
but you are looking at me
like you've got something you can tell me
Well by all means, by all means
