The host of the show comes down   to collapse on the ground   and the crime scene revisits me   this body shut down in Bordeaux   and the shores of gold coast on the balcony   I search for sleep   the future has fallen short   when the sun sets north   and the clouds fall from the mirrored walls      Words speak and choose   make sense and lose   capsize the tall tale, but always fail   words speak and choose, make sense and lose   forfeit the tall tale, I always will      The host had his mouth sewn shut   all in the name of trust   when the blood goes thin, he's given in   you can spare us the formal toast   the drunken anecdotes   from this day on... goes on and on...      You know when he falls apart   he listens in the dark to records turn   I'll never learn      To set it down   you'll set it down   you'll set it down