Pins and needles when you wake All our memories became A collection of mistakes And if you're fodder for the sane You've got time to make a case You've got enemies to blame This pilgrimage This archeology A poppy field A stencilled line Between your heart and mine Oh, fake your death and I'll fake mine Now all the traffic lights obey As they usher us from town To some suburban underground But we are flightless birds We are question marks that hang Above the endless unexplained This paragraph This mythology A cigarette and gasoline Into the air we breath Oh, fake your death and I'll fake mine Now I'm the villain in this piece And back when I was a thief I broke hearts like they were teeth A page of funnies in the back All the punchlines smudged to black Just insinuating that we had a laugh But oh the credits roll Pins and needles they deflate And life will take its toll Oh, life will take its toll Oh, fake your death and I'll fake mine Oh, fake your death and I'll fake mine