Lyrics

I've been clicking my heels for eighty-one days
Saving lives takes hearts to break
Habits lost their use
Home is where I don't make the rules
In her rage she proclaimed to be free
No roses or prose, no anniversary
Now I foster red stars
On the ground of bottling jars

Torn, stories we lived upon
Scattered across the ground
The one we read out

Down here tin men heed dead brains
Lockdown lions grow mournful manes
The trains of thought are mostly late
They prowl around near Willesden Lane
Inside their smoke I'll hide for a while
The verdict's rendered, my trial is nigh
Beneath the wheel I must abide
Sleeping by myself each night

Torn, stories we lived upon
Scattered across the ground
The one we read out loud

Conductors say I have to decide
"We know what you want but it eats you alive"
Thank you, Messrs, play your part
Let those tin twerps split my heart
A sliver of hers is waiting for me
She's only a scarecrow when she's angry
There's a predetermined breaking point
She will tell you, or toss a coin

Torn, stories we lived upon
Scattered across the ground
The one we read out loud