Hear the echoes from the drain The harmony when planes align And my stars catch fire So you've got a brand new attitude You're all brand new I only want the right one To slide into action Bent over on the right one We're dying to be Neither burned nor buried Sunday's hand reaches out like rain To the sharp touch of the window pane Across the wall, sinking in my seat There is only one thing left to do I'm fully entertained, now I'm coming for you I only want the right one To slide into action As badly as the knife wants To slide inside I'll never speak for no one But the riches of Selfhood No use trying to impress now We're dying to be neither burned nor buried With the blood flowers in the ground