Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gift   They pursue us to the deep end and then depart   Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain   For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear      And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire   I get by all the time on a shelf above the door   And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide   It's a delicate degree   It's a number I can see      Could prison cells be in my brain   For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face   And everybody finds a college graduate with joy   While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime      And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire   I get by all the time on a shelf above the door   And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide   It's a delicate degree   It's a number I can see      You sit at home up late at night   When it's beginning to arrive   And honestly    I don't see the need for any routines   I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts   And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again      And all this ground beneath my feet   Has decided not to crumble into the sea   I walked in a house, it smelt of paint   And the ceiling it has no trouble with me