Two minutes past three-o-clock Seven seconds since my last shot This is when I come to you This is when I come to you All my best friends are dead Kept alive inside my head Or not worth talking to Not worth talking to Dead roses for dying loves Silver sweaters and boxing gloves The mind plays funny tricks Before it fades Talking to you is like talking to wood I'd rather be alone than misunderstood This is when I come to you This is when I come to you Silence pours in my ears The candle flickers and disappears This is when I come to you This is when I come to you Dead roses for dying loves Silver sweaters and boxing gloves The mind plays funny tricks Before it fades Dead roses for dying loves Silver sweaters and boxing gloves The mind plays funny tricks Before it fades Two minutes past three-o-clock Seven seconds since my last shot This is when I come to you This is when I come to you