It's a terrible love
 That I'm walking with spiders
 It's a terrible love that I'm walking with
 It's a terrible love
 That I'm walking with spiders
 It's a terrible love that I'm walking with
 It's [bad word]  It's [bad word] 
 It's a terrible love
 And I'm walking with spiders
 It's a terrible love that I'm walking with
 It's a terrible love
 And I'm walking with spiders
 It's a terrible love that I'm walking with
 It's [bad word]  It's [bad word]  It's [bad word] 
 And I can't fall asleep
 Without a little help
 It takes awhile
 To settle down
 My ship of hopes
 Wait til the past leaks out

 It takes an ocean not to break
 It takes an ocean not to break
 It takes an ocean not to break [bad word]  It's quite [bad word]  It's [bad word] 
 But I won't follow you
 Into the rabbit hole
 I said I would
 But then I saw
 The ship of woes
 They didn't want me to

 It's a terrible love
 And I'm walking with spiders
 It's a terrible love that I'm walking here
 It's a terrible love
 That I'm walking with spiders
 It's a terrible love that I'm walking here

 It takes an ocean not to break
 It takes an ocean not to break
 It takes an ocean not to break

Wake Up Your Saints

I had a hole in the middle,
 Where the lightning went through,
 I told my friends not to worry,
 My wife would know how to fix it.
 Hole in the middle,
 I'm seeing less of you.
 Now I'm not going anywhere, and I don't know what I'll do.

 It's easy to lose your grip.
 It's easy.

 I never tell my decisions to the ones I adore,
 I just show up like a Bible-breather outside the door.
 But when I look in the window,
 I see girls on TV,
 Living and dying in LA, and it means nothing to me.

 It's easy to lose your grip.
 It's easy.
 It's easy to lose your grip.
 It's easy.

 So I walk through the streets I love,
 And I'm led to the house I built,
 And I walk through the streets I love,
 And I lay in your bed again.

 Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them,
 Jenny, I need them, today.
 Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them,
 Jenny, I need them, today.

 I didn't have to explain to her that I wasn't dead,
 She sat me down and lit some colored candles over my head.
 She said, "You're right it's a living, but you're wrong for the life,
 You know you never should've listened to my father's advice."

 It's easy to lose your grip.
 It's easy.
 It's easy to lose your grip.
 It's easy.

 So I walk through the streets I love,
 And I'm led to the house I built,
 And I walk through the streets I love,
 And I lay in your bed again.

 Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them,
 Jenny, I need them, today.
 Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them,
 Jenny, I need them, today.