Sangtekst: Shivaree. Rough Dreams. Queen Sized Tomb.

Looks like somebody got murdered
That's the way it looks around here
I shouldn't wait for you
I think it's too late for you
Too many toxic tantrums
Have watered down my fear
Too much of your thunder
Killed all my wonder for you

And it's a queen sized tomb
Me in my water-stained room
Alone with my ends and adds
Associating with the gods on my walls
While you fear up portraits
And forward all my calls to the moon
I guess it's coming down soon

Looks like some nasty weather
Blew into the neighborhood

Funny it was so blue
I guess it followed you
Well you ripped off my conclusions
Like a twisted robin hood
And I'm not afraid of you
I'm only delayed by you

And it's a queen sized tomb

And the words drip from your lips like glimmering jewels
And thecongregation weeps while you plagiarize the fools

Ain't it a shame
Nobody's got to leave home to find someone to blame