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You Wind Me Up Lay your dizzy head my love On my faithless shoulder Be careful not to lean too hard For I will surely falter We often cry But never seem to try A victim of a hostile smile Aborted and exhausted With arms around each others necks We want to be unwanted We were sitting in the sun Smoldering a love The drugs were never strong enough To move my heart I could never learn to change As death moves in When Im dead leave the thoughts inside my brain Inside my head Plastic Migraine Blue day, red cigarettes First one flipped up again Bracing for more fatigue I wont stand on two feet or fall Hold my plastic migraine Keep it open again Bracing for more fatigue I wont stand on two feet or fall Fleeting attempt at discreet landfall Shaking from the caffeine I cant say what i mean at all Ive hit the wall Too tired to walk Too stubborn to crawl Ive hit the wall Us/We/Are Someday I know it sounds crazy Theres static in my head Everything red Everything red I opened up a can and cut myself instead Reading These books make me crave it Theres mold on the bread Everyone gets fed Everything gets dead I wandered through the words I thought I lost my head And I wonder if well stay in touch again Or have lunch again I know I wont be falling in your trap Cause youll be dead Hail On Palace Pier Lost and found and lingering Vapor angels climb from sewer holes Young and dumb and full of tears Its never a true love until it goes Souls faded out, kiss to kiss, blackened eyes, bloody lips and scars Dont hide your face The people stare, we never cared Hollow streets are whistling Singing songs and marching off to war Screaming at our childhood Its clear to see we havent come too far You claw away at night in turn the night will chew away at who you are Go back to sleep Its easier to never see While the world is keeping all the stars away We run rampant through the night Hate The Flowers Street cleaners Waking me Flu infected city Prostitutes of sleep Pummeled brain Late L train Manhattan rain Terrible shame Stop all the clocks in my brain Clog all the veins and the drains Build a coffin around this house Dismantle the sun from the couch First Ave stop Fear of fate Live forever No escape Human sound City voice Weighing down Sickening noise Lost in a dream, but it wasnt oh well Shook outta heaven, fell into hell The Carpenters Son I don't wanna see Where we go Where we go I don't wanna see If they grow I'll never know I don't wanna feel Sun and warmth Sun and warmth I don't wanna feel Anymore I'm very bored Sitting on the porch Living with the flies Your headlights blind us all Nothing's a surprise Anymore I don't wanna know Why Im low Why Im low I don't wanna know Why I'm alone Always alone Nothing's a surprise (HOPE) Is Just Another Word With A Hole In It Funeral blues Even dirt weeps Blooming exit Brought to a freeze I have never bothered to look Inside myself to find myself On scribbled notes Every flower Thinks of me My pollination Resembles debris A thousand faces Not one could replace A single soul Consumed by waste A thousand mirrors Reflect disgrace A house of cards Engulfed in flames An off white lie Thats come undone Composing suffering That fall on ears Of no-one Pattern After Us Wed say were having one and then wed close the place Its always hard to say what you really mean Sometimes I miss the smell of that old neighborhood And the tasteless places that remain Somebody said your Dad had won the lottery It was always something I could never erase Sometimes I wonder how much you ended up with And if you spent the whole thing in one place I cant stay here and waste away Dear The windows rattle in falsetto With the creaks of beds and the taste of meds Suburban home where we spent the Winter The broken glass in the blades of grass The Mohegan Loved ones are few and far in between Burn out in your ashtray Find somewhere to scream Call on all your demons Theyll help you find a new life Pull you back down when youre up Theyll be the ones youll dream of Maybe Wake up to find that it all stays the same Waiting room sickness They never call your name Sleep away their seasons Dirty White Glove Hope Beneath me Won't retrieve me There isn't anyone That'll find me out Not you babe Not you baby I don't believe Believe in anything I can't see I can't see through And nothing comes apart, like you Youre flammable, the fire moves with you Choke The fevers Smoke And mirrors I can be anyone Your everything I can please I can please you Believe in me I'll cherish anything I cant burn I can't burn through NOTHINGs third full-length recording, Dance On The Blacktop, is the next chapter in the bands tumultuous story and like its predecessors, pulls from all corners of life with a focus on the bleak and despairing