Every time I flip a coin, I see a face, I never noticed So I collect, and make a place, for the few that seem, A bit suspicious To be marooned with The treasure, or just stuck up a tree It's a labor of love, and that's all it's ever gonna be Behind closed eyes I sit and stare, I think you misspelled, the word tomorrow The light in here's too faint to tell, So I painted over the words, precious cargo Do you lock your doors in habit? Try to swallow every key? It's a labor of love, and that' s all it's ever gonna be There's an evil in these streets, and its growing fast, Under lamplight The naked eye, The camera flash, behold the truth, of a midnight Fate would have an ending, a self-aggrandized prophecy It's a labor of love And that's all it's ever gonna be