Running For Home

The beam thing's into your head The ghosts of your pleasure and contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeemin' I saw your face before it changed The gun, it makes you look nicer in a bad way So low for how high It's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops workin' It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects, talking like it's a reflex I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeemin' I saw your face before [Incomprehensible] You should wait around awhile 'Cause your body's bound to turn up So low for how high It's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high So low for how high