Night Bell (Arizona)

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

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