Muted:  Strange, what ticks in people's minds, like you had friends so you were fine. Your friends were frightened all the time, but you had friends, so you were fine.
          Strange, what ticks in people's heads, like I was little more than dead.  For all the things I never said, they wished I'd been stillborn instead.
        Weird, when people never talk.  It must be, for the looks I got. That weird kid who lives down the block...stay clear of him--he never talks.
        Weird they played with you instead, with all the creepy things you said...but they were little more than dead once you'd spent time inside their head.

        Threads:  Everyone sleeps soundly with you.
     Everyone has pleasant dreams, and everyone's dreams do what you intend them to.
          I keep passing myself in the hall when I should be sleeping.
          I keep stepping on your toes when I should be dreaming.
          Bought myself a dreamcatcher, hung it in the window to my head.
          In the morning, I'll find you in its threads.

        Inheritance:  Lose the shades, let me see the mess.
          I've been watching you bleed to death with more relief than I would care to
          admit.
          Before this laid you open, you were his, and you were stolen.
          Thought if he took you slow, you wouldn't be missed.
          So I miissed you 'til the day he died...held you while you cried.
          I was quite surprised to find you alive.
          Now you tell me that you're all right;
          You're out every night, and all night...can't say when I last saw your eyes.
          And you probably think I hoped and prayed...believe me when I say
          That I never wanted it this way.

        Burn:  You slide, like a lick of flame and burn...I can see it in your eyes,
          How they do not want to meet mine,
          Like you know it's wrong to burn in the dark of night.
          And I see that you love this pain,
          And you shake with cold when not in flames...
          all the love in the world could never soothe you tame,
          'Cause you feel too much at home in the dark of night.
          You reach for a prince of shame and hide,
          Won't admit you have a name...
          Your eyes could never meet mine, or I'll know you're more than fire
          In the dark of night,
          You know it's wrong to burn.

        Obituary:  When you sleep too much, they think you're dying.
          Next time they ask, I swear, I'll say you've died.
          And they'll ask me what my plans are,
          now you're gone, and now it's over...
          And I'll stay and lie to them, while you run and hide.
          OF course, youd never say if you were leaving.
          Once days had passed, I'd know you ran.
          And you're always running off and skipping chains, and screening calls...
          And though I try to feed you, you keep shying from my hand.
          And they ask me if you're really as impossible as you seem,
          And I have to answer kindly, 'cause I know your fate is mine.
          And they ask me, off the record, am I better off without you?
          That question's worthless, 'cause I know your fate is mine.

        Though You Court Me:  Thought you should know,
          There'll be hounds on your trail again.
          (can you hear them they're baying at moonlight)
          Guess I should mention, the hounds'll be me and my friends
          (take cover they're thirsting for your blood)
          Love, for my soul, do you know thatI can't walk away?
          ( i remember you dreaming of conquest)
          Love, since I know you, you know that I can't walk away.
          ( i remember you thirsting for their blood)
          Are you aware that I know when you're telling me lies?
          (though you court me, I haven't forgotten)
          And there are times I think all that we share is our eyes.
          (and our blood, is it mine you've been wanting)
          Love, for the dull and the witless I save from your hands...
          (will those innocents learn to take cover)
          Love, more than love, I feel duty you can't understand.
          (though i love you, it's them i would dream of)
          So, as I say, there'll be hounds on your trail again.
          (forgive me they're coming for your blood)

        Ascension:  You think that I'm keeping in touch with you.
          You, being you, must know what it means--
          That I'm one of the quirks you collect with such passion.
          I tell myself lies, but can't help but believe.
          And by the way how are your dreams?
          It's strange how I wasn't aware of this--
          I guess that it must have slipped my mind.
          There's an unmarked grave where I bury what scares me,
          And until we met, I was doing just fine.
          The dreams'll be over in time.
          In time, the nightmares will be a case history,
          Bankrupt of meaning, and no longer mine...
          Like everything else that you find.

        Locks:  All the doors are locked, and no one's going anywhere,
          'cause someone in this room...
          You may be wondering why I  called you here.
          Well, someone in this room did something so wrong,
          I just can't let it go.
          You have this funny stare,
          Like I'm not making sense.
          How can you forget, we've been here before?
          I almost feel that I'm being ridiculous,
          But I will not forget; we've been here before.
          Though it's been so long, I just can't let it go.
          I know I told you t it was okay.
          It's okay...it's okay...it's okay...
          Okay, well I lied--all my life I've been feeding you lines.
          I guess lies make up half what I say.
          All the doors are locked
          So I can't run away.

        Son of My Right Hand:  Come accept your legacy.
          Come and wear your crown.
          You know you're my successor from the day I tumble down.
          I think you are my talisman--
          My peace has gone your way.
          I know the route I'm taking could be changed if you would stay.
          Son of my right hand, this hand I used to guide you through--
          Be thankful that my left hand never found a hold on you.
          Come embrace contrition now,
          Come and beat the ground.
          You know I'm dying gracelessly because you're not around.
          I promised you deliverance,
          I gave you love and home.
          How can you abandon me, to lose my soul alone?
          Son of my right hand, I swear it tried to guide you through...
          But in your dreams you'll feel my left hand's fingers tracing you.

        Brother To Dragons:
          In the place where dragons breathe air instead of fire,
          It's hard to remember why I stopped breathing hard.
          In the place you said not to go, it's close and hot,
          and smoke stings my eyes.
          You can't keep dragons in the city--
          they're too big to keep inside.
 

         Haunt:  You'll try to trace this call in case I fucked up this time.
         You say the smart ones do dumb things.  I guess you know your own mind.
         Don't tell me you don't have time for games.  You've nearly vanished in smoke.
         You've wasted every toxic breath since you grew up to be her ghost.
         I'm coming `round to think you must believe
         Some ancient law of haunts has nailed you down.
         Until your restless spirit's satisfied, you'll rattle chains and pace the prison
          grounds.
         I'm not coming back, for you or anything else.
         Some guys bring flowers; some guys buy rings.
          I'll send you safe deposit keys `til you've put away your childish things.
         I'm guessing that you will find your way
        to the place and time the deed was done.
         When you finally see him with her eyes,
         I'm hoping that you'll have the sense to run.
         I'm not coming back, so you'll have to come here.

        Act of God:  Oh yeah, I knew him in his younger days,
          When he said he had those funny eyes `cause cats were what his father laid.
          Some said he would never age, and they lined up to touch him.
          They thought that it would spread like plague.
          He brought buildings down.
          His conception was an act of god,
          And I loved that storm so well, I became a lightning rod.
          One touch, then the skies cleared up and I rained down for years.

        Circling:  It won't matter -- it's a waste of tears.
          You may have days or months or years, but I know how it ends.
          I've seen it all from up here.  It doesn't matter who you choose --
          The air you breathe will turn on you, as I have clearly seen.
          And on the day your castle falls, I will remain above it all,
          As I have always been.
          By the blood and bones I will, somehow, I swear I will.
          By the blood and bones I will,
          Somehow, I'll feel nothing.

        Stigma:  If you want to talk about this,
          Meet me under a pile of comic books
          Where your secret identity's intact and the walls are soundproof.
          I don't know what you're ashamed of.
          If I were you, the world would know my name.
          So what if your gift makes you strange -- you don't understand.
          At least you're gifted, strange is all I am.
          And it would scare you to know -- I never would say --
          What I'd give to steal your stigma away.
          Pull up a seat in the sidekick's lounge and take it from your guide.
          I've been stared at since I learned to speak and I'm still alive.
          If you're scared of what people see,
          I don't suggest that you be seen with me.
          I promise your name will be changed.
          I won't show my hand.
          They'll call me a liar, and I am.
          I've been lying for you, saving your face,
          Keeping the world a charmless place
          Where we don't belong.

        Finding:  (take a deep breath)
          It's your kind of mystery
          (and focus)
          Why I turned my face to where you hid
          (focus on the sound of my voice).
          You said I'd know where to find you, and I did.
          (my voice is all you hear).
          Never was as crazy, not for clan or lovers
          (you can do it),
          As I am for you.
          (you've done it before)
          You said I'd know where to find you, and I do.
         (don't forget to breathe).
          I'll take what I have coming
          (the sound of my voice)
          For every time I asked you to keep still.
          I know how to find you ...
          I know how to find you and
          (take a deep breath)
          I will.

        1000 Year Drunk:  I think you keep secrets; I suspect you make trips
         To a place you lay flowers and pay your respects,
         And all my deficiencies which you decry are of gifts she hugged to her flesh.
         (it's not fair not to remember what i'm paying for).
         As I stand at the end of a thousand year drunk,
         You recall indiscretions past and I wish it took me back.
         If there's a moral to this story
         (something you'd have me know)
         It's that I'm never gonna learn from anything.
         (give me a taste of what i'm paying for).
         Though I call this the end of my thousand year drunk,
          my hands search out a glass.
         You remain sold on the dust of her bones,
         and who could compete with that?
         I refuse to compete with that.

        Felicity:  I'm sorry, didn't mean to be rude.
         They're talking in my house of many rooms, and it distracts me.
         Dear, I'm not the one who intrudes.
         Your thoughts are rough and careless lovers, always at me.
         Be quiet now
         (keep your own council).
         I want to be alone
         (with all the things I never cared to know).
         I've got
         (a headache coming on)
         Secrets of my own
         (locked in a safe like precious stones)
         For once, for a moment
         (i don't want to know)
         I want to be the only one in my skin

        Comfort:  You know something I don't, and you take no dissent from me.
          If I disagree, you say "the things that you don't know".
          You'd rather be right than happy, gratified when your worst fears are true.
          You'd rather you lost your memory.
          You'd rather be me; I'd rather be some comfort to you.
          You think god speaks to you.
          I don't know why he would -- I sure never could.
          And you say I wasn't mean to know.
          You'd rather be right than happy.
          You must be the rightest guy I know.
          I hope that it satisfies you.
          Sometimes I think conviction is all you want to hold.
          I wish you all the best -- I know that annoys you.
          Could be that you're not so far gone.
          Could be that your worst fears are true, and unless you lose your memory,
          Could be a lost cause --
          Could be that there's no comfort for you.

        Prophecy:  I'm doing better.  Everyone who knows me says I am.
         If I'm a little edgy, it's that every night I have this dream.
         I've tried a lot of beds, but anywhere I sleep it finds me.
         Every night, just one dream.
         Hard not to believe in prophecy.
         I know it so well by now, know it as I know your face.
         And when I run you through, it will be an act of grace.
         I've learned not to talk about it.
        They think it's gone away, but `til the time the sun stays down,
         I will be dreaming just the same

        Speak in Tongues:  To whisper in your ear, I don't know what I said.
        To ask for this, I must have found words somewhere.
        And for your words, I cut out my tongue --
        I used to speak in tongues.
        You saw me fight for words, said I had scars in my head.
        The things I tried to tell you were as plain as what I said.
        You're blind to what you can't describe.
        I used to speak in tongues.
        God knows what you'd sound like if half if what I've seen had caught your eye.
        I believe madmen should be priests.
        I used to speak in tongues
        (I used to speak...)

        Slow Pulse:  There's a slow pulse down here and peace like drowning,
         And I don't mind if I do.
          I don't care if I ever make a thing of myself, and
         I don't care to speak to you.
         Tell me these things end in tears -- shouldn't want one thing too much.
         You're wise from your years of ruining everything you touch.
         Take your hand off me.
         You say you're not lonely, unquiet, or ill-used.
         I guess so much misery surrounds you that I just got confused.
         I thought I heard you keening.
         I'm doing well down here, and if I'm drowning, it takes weight off my back.
         If I skirt some tragic fate and die in my sleep,
         you'll just have to live with that.

        Snow Globe:  There's bitter weather, violent wind inside a snow globe.
         If you stand still, it will keep and preserve you in biting cold.
         I have a well-earned love of the sound of breaking glass.
         This may hurt a little.
         Nothing burns like skin when it starts to thaw.