and in the yard there’s pretty girls left untouched their tongues are curled   their lips are clean they wave at me they cut their hair and watch it bleed   i’m in a common state of being cut my throat and watch it bleed   she was dreaming of a song kept her up all night long   she’s in a common state of being cause she’s too tired to sing to me   follow me through gardens green we’ll tip our hats to all we see   we’re in a common state of being walk on the path key’s lock glows clean   we can’t listen we don’t speak we cut our tongues and watch them bleed   in a common state of being we’re in a common state of being in a common state of being