The Term Itself--my Life--is A Desperate Overstatement.

He Speaks In Your Voice, American, And There's A Shine In His Eye That's Halfway Hopeful.

You Gave Yourself Away, Word By Word, Every Time You Opened Your Trap To Speak.

It Takes Close Attention To See What Is Happening In Front Of You. It Takes Work, Pious Effort, To See What You Are Looking At.

It Is All Falling Indelibly Into The Past.

We Commit Our Crimes At Night And Reveal Ourselves In The High Noon Of Studio Lights.