Candle is blue, could see me through I'm colorblind They tell me it's blue, I'm a believer That's why I'm blind Live on the freeway, listen to signs And we drive by feel Be a believer, believe everything You'll be right half the time Candle is waxing, takes my apartment I bask in its magic All of the firefighters put out my fires Took all my matches Staying up later, waking up old And I'm leaving her never Ordering in all friends and lovers And we're making our weather with a lone lifeboat I'm tired of fighting, so I'll demolish That's the way Some make exhaustion a mode of expression And that's the way I'm just a question, knowing my answer Hope I'm wrong I know the answer, it's four in the morning, I'm right again I'm Chinatown Now in a hurry, rubbing up urgent To get home to dot Was my miss mistress, messed up my mattress I missed the catch Last of the pictures, catfish done hunting Harry Lundt Most of the killers never get famous And it's hard on everyone I'm tired of fighting I'm tired of fighting I'm tired of fighting I'm tired of fighting I'm tired of fighting so I'll demolish That's the way Some make exhaustion a mode of expression And that's the way I'm just a question, knowing my answer Hope I'm wrong I know the answer, it's four in the morning, I'm right again I'm Chinatown