Chasing the blood on the back seat
The in-crowds have taken you far
Making your eyes to the windshield
You play the lover and I'll play the liar
Waiting for someone to hold you
Or handle your heart in the rain
Mistaking these whispers for earthquakes
You play the martyr and I'll play your game
Who built these mansions of value
And pictures that cling to your home
Mistaking your filters for silence again
You see the preacher and I'll see the fool
Regarding these motions that keep you
To drive for the course of the sane
A comfort that sticks to the surface
You play the merchant of concrete and I'll play the Dane
You seem so impossibly perfect
A siren that reads you the rule
A chorus forever in contact
You play the preacher and I'll play the fool
Chasing the blood on the back seat
The in-crowds have taken you far
Making your eyes to the windshield
You play the lover and I'll play the liar
