Crosswed wires inspire a subtle sting Stop when you've spoken a mouthfull Stop when you choke it down Sold when you have expensive tastes I bit this silver tounge It tasted bittersweet And if I'm lost for words I'll say it one more time I told 10, 000 stories the one I heard last night They'll hunt for the weakest one And what have you, and what have you There's smoke there's fire inside of me I tried to put it out I should've let it breathe And I shut my eyes yet still I see What are you running from? And if I'm lost for words I'll say it one more time I told 10, 000 stories the one I heard last night They'll meet under the boardwalk; they'll meet about midnight Whisper sweet sweet words together And then they'll say good bye They tought no one could understand They both had problems afraid to make demands Trapped in a world they did not choose Like a spirit caught on a runway In a warm unending night