I shake through the wreckage for signs of life   Scrolling through the paragraphs   Clicking through the photographs      I wish I could make sense of what we do   Burning down the capitals   The wisest of the animals      Who are you? What are you living for?   Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more      This life is lived in perfect symmetry   What I do, that will be done to me      Read page after page of analysis   Looking for the final score   We're no closer than we were before      Who are you? What are you fighting for?   Holy truth? Brother, I choose this mortal life      Lived in perfect symmetry   What I do, that will be done to me   As the needle slips into the run out groove   Love, maybe you'll feel it too      And maybe you'll find life is unkind and over so soon   There is no golden gate, there's no heaven waiting for you      Oh boy, you ought to leave this town   Get out while you can the meter's running down   The voices in the streets you love   Everything is better when you hear that sound   Woah, woah, woah      Spineless dreamers hide in churches   Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses   I dream in emails, worn out phrases   Mile after mile of just empty pages      Wrap yourself around me   Wrap yourself around me      As the needle slips into the run out groove   Maybe you'll feel it too, maybe you'll feel it too   Maybe you'll feel it too, maybe you'll feel it too      (Spineless dreamers hide in churches)   Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses   I dream in emails, worn out phrases   Mile after mile of just empty pages      Spineless dreamers hide in churches