My Fault, So It Is

Start looking for the numbers,
Oh, you'll see them everywhere
Because you were looking
Hardwired esotere

The devil's in the details
Oh, just revel in the retail
Of your soul in the bowl of ages
The devil's in the details

The only thing to do is press on now
The only thing to do is move forward
Make it a used man's new mantra
Make it a keychain in your shoe

The city behind is in ruins
But every now and then
the cold compels a return
To scan for signs of life
Trapped 'neath the burning timber
Pleased to look you in the shot eye

But these homes have a heart
Decked with flags in the lounge
To retain you
When the hooks are a little loose
And it's getting no answer

Looking out on the same hail as when I saw you
Looking out on the same hail, I wish I'd never met you
But whether or not I'd met you
Whether or not

Yes sir, my fault, so it is
I know, I know, so it is

But these homes have a heart
Decked with flags in the lounge
To retain you
When the hooks are a little loose
And it's getting no answer