“The Other Side of the Crash/Over and Out (of Control)”: The lights go down, outside (before our cars collide). So we silhouette ourselves (in forty shades of fire). Do you know where this is leading? I'll meet you there. On the other side of the crash. On the other side of the glass.

All our friends are falling out, can't look us in the eye, or bear to hear that broken sound, happens when we're all alone, inside, in the middle of the night I hear your voice, I feel ashamed every time you say, “car crash came and car crash went, so I went along with it…” Because the girl you love's not coming back, It'll never be the same - don't look away! I need to know if this is real. Don't look away.

The hospital ward sleeps, through the surgery, hiding needles in the drawer, (for emergencies). While outside they wait, in the pouring rain, on the other side of the glass.

Don't look away! I need to know if this is real. Don't look away! I need to know - when will this end? Don't look away…

Over and out (of control), the I.V. drips, the days drag on. Adjust the light switch in the hall, maybe the x-ray screen keeps it from getting dark, but the bulb burns out when it gets too hot. Keep crashing this car (over and over). Keep crashing this car (over and over). Keep crashing this car (over and over). Keep crashing this car! (until it spins) out of control. So hold me close or I might disappear this time, out of control, we fight currents in the water, when we can't let go of the shore. We've lost control…

“Counting 5-4-3-2-1”: 5-4-3-2-1 let's start a fire. Burn this town from inside out, 'till no one's left alive. And you can't feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street, the city seems so far away from here when you're counting every step.

5-4-3-2 what are you waiting for? The train is catching up, keep on running - don't look back. 'Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight, and leave it all behind.

All his life he lived in this same house, same white fence surrounding him, He swore he would get out, but he can't because his foot got caught in between the rails, and all his friends are up ahead. They can't hear him yelling (yelling for some help), and it's much too late to call the doctor now. This town is full of sympathies we're drowning in it all.

5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for? The train is catching up, keep on running - don't look back. 'Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight, and leave it all behind.

Is that the sound of the gate coming down? No flashing lights, no warning? When we press our ears to the ground we feel the shake, but it's under the skin, so we wilt like violets. Can't get up to put the petals in their place.

5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for? Burn this city, burn this city tonight.

“Sugar in the Sacrament”: What have you done? You followed footsteps in the dark. You found your faith, left out behind your father's car You said, “there's no one watching over me or over you, it's always out of reach…” I'm sinking still right into:

Oh my god where are we now? Fractured lives dissolving like sugar in the sacrament.

If it was just one night, then we would be released. Tie these lies between our teeth, keep tearing open bodies, “let it bleed”. Tonight.

Where have you gone? Off with the friends you couldn't keep. Your mother’s arms, fill up with all the empty needs. So the saints line up to bring her in, comfort her, and it’s always comforting when they start to sing, the same old: “Holy, holy, lift up your dress. Feel your body dissolving, like sugar in the sacrament.”

“If it was just one night, then you could be redeemed. Tie these sins between your teeth, make hollow promises we’ll never keep. Tonight.”

This is all we’ve ever known of God. Fight with me, let me touch you now.

“At This Velocity”: We were safe! Now we're paralyzed! Suspended in flight, at this speed it makes no difference where I start or where you end, or if you're sitting in an emergency aisle.

We could be dead! Complete the equation: our names are X and N; We have no value in these calculations.

Placed on a plane, pointed straight down. Traveling at… Five hundred feet per second, five thousand feet from the ground

How long will it take us to hit? How fast will we start the disintegration?

No time left! Just keep moving! No time left! Just keep moving!

How fast will it take us to hit? How long will we start the disintegration?

We could be safe! Now, forever, floating in the clean blue air, somewhere between the sun that gives us light (and the ground that puts it out). We’ll kneel in the aisle, press our hands together, close our eyes, speak these words so softly, to the blackbox and it goes:

“Mother,Father can you hear this? I want to thank you for all your sweetness. I'm not coming home. I'm never coming home”

“We Will Overcome”: We walk alone, until the end of night. It's suicide, but we will overcome!

Another life is swinging in the breeze. These southern trees have the strangest fruit.

If you follow the path that's straight and narrow, go hand in hand, ‘cause our roads are paved with broken arrows, but we will overcome.

Our fathers plant arms in foreign soil. Our brothers die, and no one knows. Where it ends (it ends between the crosshairs), all lies weave a thousand deaths around us.

If you follow the path that's straight and narrow, go hand in hand, ‘cause our roads are paved with broken arrows, but we will overcome. We will overcome.

We will overcome, if no one sleeps tonight.

We've been waiting to receive the promised land. We can wait no more, we must stand and make the promised the land.

“Arc-Lamps, Signal Flares, A Shower of White (The Light)”: [Instrumental]

“Running From the Rain”: There was a sound that split all the heavens apart, on the northern wind, out in a southern spark. Oh, I will be with you, running from the rain,

when it reaches the end of the line. I see myself reflected in broken glass as the gates come crashing down. There is blood on the tracks tonight, and rust inside our veins… Will it ache every time I hear the storm running behind me?

There were some younger kids who followed the tracks that day, it was a passing afternoon that came and took them away. So we forgot our names, lyin’ in the tall grass underneath the billboard dreams. Oh I will be with you, running from the rain,

when it reaches the end of the line. I see myself reflected in broken glass as the gates come crashing down. There is blood on the tracks tonight, and rust inside our veins… Will it ache every time I hear the storm? It’s running all…over me. Running from the rain.

(See the steam in the distant hills, see the rooftops glitter in the sun, hear the summer counting down, running out, running from the rain operator, operator, did you lose your way when you got that call your brother made? You're sick of running and you know it's true, you're coming back, running from the rain.)

“Telegraph Avenue Kiss”: She's the song that you tried to sing, and the note that you couldn't hit, so you locked her up in a music box, and turned the key on all of us.

She spins silver strings in the dark with metal teeth that ring in her heart. When the cover drops, the world just fades away, away, away, from her waiting, waiting, waiting for her to say it: K-I-S-S-I’m in distress, I need someone to spell it out: “You know our love’s not unconditional.”

A book of matches and a cigarette, a love note that you never sent, you can fold it up but you won't forget. (You can strike a match but it still might not light). Now I'm the one that's stuck inside the silver cage, the bird that can't fly away - clips its wings, if it sings of the way, the way, the way that it hurt, waiting, waiting, waiting for her to say it: K-I-S-S-I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out: “You know our love’s not unconditional.” K-I-S-S-I’m in distress, there's nothing left to talk about. “You know our love’s not unconditional.”

Low f-i-d-e-l-i-t-y do all love songs turn out this way? Can’t you hear me when I say: “You're in my heart, in my hands, ‘round my neck”?

We move like a carousel. Streak lights and mirrors fill our eyes. It's time to let this go, but we can't stop spinning around, around, around, around…

K-I-S-S-I’m in distress, I need someone to spell it out: “You know our love’s not unconditional.”

“The Lovesong Writer”: Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium, he whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar. With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies, chords into church bells that fill up the alleys, where lovers entwine in the heat of the night, and by dawn are apart in the shivering silences. We will pretend that it's all just made up…

The songs that he writes are too personal he can't play them for anyone.

When he's all alone, the lovesong writer sings, “Ooooooh-aaaaaah, can anyone hear me now?” But no one hears him now. So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences, lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet, “please give us meaning”.

“Pose for me now, you're the broken heart, you're the cry in the back of the throat - and on the other side, you're the queen of spades, you're the sound that she makes on her way…” (There's always a way out).

When he's all alone, the lovesong writer sings, “Ooooooh-aaaaaah, can anyone hear me now?” But no one hears at all. The lovesong writer sits, all alone, when he hears the sound of the knock at the door…

Fifty red roses falling apart, in the hands of someone that you scripted and left behind. All of the others, scorned by their lovers showed up at your door, staring you down they said, “sing for me, sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now”.

There's no way out…

“Into the Blinding Light”: We stare into the blinding light, to see what's between us - It's red and it's white, like lies, like lipstick on last-look good-byes. The substance assimilating to watch the bodies burst into a string of lights, when there's nothing left the party crashes and the rings come out from all the jacket pockets, into the blinding light!

The fire is dying out, and there's nothing left to burn, except for ourselves. The cinema speaks as you take off your clothes, and burst in dissimilation. Just let your body burst into a streak of light, when there's nothing left the wedding crashes and the rings fall off, roll out the bedroom window, into the blinding light!

Please someone help me - take away my loneliness. Please someone fill me - take away my emptiness. Please someone touch me - take away my longing. Please someone, please someone, please someone show me the light…

…and the rings fall out like a silver snowfall, into the blinding light!

Just make your body burst into single line, when there's nothing left, the heart rate crashes and the rings fall out, as we turn each other into the blinding light!

(White night coming down, silent armies all around, deep sleep covering enemies in clean white sheets.) The sky went off-white, it snowed for fourteen years, the sunlight splintered into all our darkest fears.

“Autumn Leaves Revisited”: The leaves will fall, and so will you, when you do bury me under them too. Seconds pass, we'll make it through, eventually we all go home… It won't be long. It won't be long…

We walk along the wire tied between horizons; you close your eyes like it's nothing at all, throughout the rise and fall, everything, everything changes…I will be here when you die.

It won't be long, it won’t be long ‘till we find our way home!

Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died? Did the violins swell those circles under your eyes? Did you play the part straight like a march, or get lost in the beat, thinking and feeling…? Did the drums in the street make the people dance or fall to their knees, as the sound knocked the leaves from the trees - when they fell from the branch - they looked beautiful as they hung in the air, spinning around…Did you float in the air? Spinning around?

There must be somewhere where cigarettes burn through the night, and the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light. The sky's always clear, and the summer never ends… Won't you take me there?

The leaves will fall, and so will you, when you do bury me under them too. Seconds pass, we'll make it through, eventually we are all going home…