Your distraction covered it all In friends, you don't know the meaning in us Down in the city saying it all Don't know how to talk, dimensional thoughts And I won't let it slip, even if I can't carry this I won't let it slip, even if I can't carry this In St. Peter's waiting in line Too bright to define you out in your mind Pull me closer, drag me to death Always well-dressed, probably for the best And I will toe the line, no matter how it looks in time I will toe the line, no matter how it looks in time No surrender, fight with your fists You're calling it quits, it ends with a kiss Aramaic lying in the walls Story you told, some dream you were sold