There are no excuses For running my mouth in the dead of the night Like a child For losing control of myself The highest form of beauty Is the way you say it's alright I was hurt but I'm not now Don't drag yourself over the coals I know how it feels, my love I've seen a shower turn into a flood The future in the distance Is bright as a wire on the telegraph poles of the south But I'm dreaming the song of mouth And I know we're only in an airplane chair But we're driving a car Through this cavernous place in my head You mist up the screen with your breath I know how it feels, my love I've seen a shower turn into a flood I know how it ends, my love I've seen a vulture turn into a dove In the end