| Lyrics: | Now coming down,
From out of this swan dive,
To your arms I make no sounds,
When I
move through your reservoir,
But 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,
And 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 take two to tango,
But boy,
Just 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,
They're not done with you,
Did you
think you were,
The only one that's been let down,
So 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 slowdance to this romance on my own,
It may
take two to tango,
But boy,
Just one to let go,
Now another bad idea gets
through,
Down the assembly,
Line to you,
You're every bridge I should have
burned,
Every lesson I've unlearned,
But in this smokefilled waiting room,
With
incarcerated love sick fools,
I wait for you to cut me loose,
But till then
I...,
Send back letters from wasteland home,
Where I slowdance to this romance on my
own,
Now I send back letters,
From the wasteland home,
From where I
slowdance,
To this romance on my own |
