She is susceptible
He is impossible
They have their cross to share
Three of a perfect pair...
He has his contradicting views
She has her cyclothymic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a perfect pair...

One, one too many
Schizophrenic tendencies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it agggravated
And full of this hopelessness
What a perfect mess...

Look at the signs
Look at the symptoms
Look at the slight
Calm before the storm
I feel the silence
I feel the signals
I feel the strain
Tension in my head
Well, what more can be said...

Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...

In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
With a swell of panic and pain
My veins are aching for the distant reef
In the crush of emotional waves...

Alright, get a hold of yourself
An' don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, the rumble in your ears
It's alright to feel a little fear
An' don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, you wake up in your bed...

Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
They cover my foreign floors and walls
Submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
They keep me sleepless at night...

Hey, can you picture the sight
The figures on the beach in the searing night
And the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
Can you pull me out
Of this sleepless night
Can you pull me out?...

She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing
Or be a servant to a telephone ring
She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
Here comes right now...

She could be moody, dramatic as a play
Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
Could be irregular and singing in her underwear
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
Here comes right now...

Her wild and wise womanly
Introspectiveness
Her faults and files of foolishness
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
Here comes right now...

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It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons toothy grills and car parts before me
The acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my pores, and rots my upholstry
Once I was worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty angry bay

I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't want to die in here
I'm ready to ride

My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue
My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal relics
What was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
But this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway

I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't want to die in here
I'm ready to ride

Dig me... but don't... bury me

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