i want to write your name into my flesh
i want to be in love with myself again
i want to bring it down
i want to bring it down
i believe that things are changing

where is the gain in all the [bad word] you bring
in the search for something new?
because the birds won't sing when their cages stink
so think of something else to say
because things are changing

i want to write your name into my flesh
i want to be in love with myself again
i want to bring it down
i want to bring it down
i believe that things are changing

your hands, held tight around
the throat of what it is to live these days
and we choke on the pain feed into our heads
we're not gonna be here when you get back

i want to write your name into my flesh
i want to be in love with myself again
i want to bring it down
i want to bring it down
i believe that things are changing

for the best
and all the rest into the flood
all of me has to bleed
but part of me has got to be alive