~
all of these quiet battered voices
wait for the hunger to come
we got little revolvers and stupid choices
and no one to say when we're done
(well i don't wanna bring you down)
i wanna be the light
that burns out your eyes
'cause i know there's little things about me
that would sing in the silence
of so much rejection
in every connection i make
i can't find nobody home
i wanna be the last thing you hear
when you're falling asleep....
~