Go down to wait all night, she's bound [bad word] him out
Invested enough in it anyhow to each his own
The garden is sorting out, she curls her lips on a bar
I don't know if you're dead or not, if you're anyone
 [bad word] on and get the minimum before you open up your eyes
This army has so many hands to analyze [bad word] on and get your overdose collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair

'Cause they know and so do I, the high road is hard to find
detour in your new life, tell all of your friends goodbye

The dawn to end all nights, that's all we hoped it was
break from the warfare in your house, to each his own
The soldier is bailing out and curled his lips on a bar
[ Broken Bells Lyrics are found on [bad word] ] 
And I don't know if the dead can talk to anyone
 [bad word] on and get the minimum before you open up your eyes
This army has so many hands, are you one of us? [bad word] on and get your overdose collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair

'Cause they know so do I, the high road is hard to find
detour in your new life, tell all of your friends goodbye

It's too late to change your mind, you let laws be your guide
It's too late to change your mind, you let laws be your guide
It's too late to change your mind, you let laws be your guide
It's too late to change your mind, you let laws be your guide