Thanks For Coming

Black hole shrieking, nothing but another cover
Wear your bedclothes, roll in like you own the place
Lover's flown so, whine about the new convention
Pass out mirrors, painted with your lonely face

Narcissim's mean
Rotten at the root
Your leaves are painted green
But autumn is the truth

Something's missing, don't feel it anymore
Soul is leaking, sticking to the floor
No one there to hear the fall
You're just another
After all

Now they've got to clean
The fountain of your youth
Your leaves are painted green
But autumn is the truth

Thanks so much for coming
Thanks for coming

Something sane is missing
Something sane is missing
Something sane is missing
Something sane is missing
Something sane
No card to play, no stake to claim
Nothing to say, but your own name