Tell me something I don't know Lead me through these streets from home Your eyes like teeth Back to me I only like what I can't see Laudy is and laudy be What he's after like you and me You wait too long Thrill is gone Your stories aren't that comforting Pick up the pen you're staring in your sleep A breath of fresh air bottled smells so cheap You don't know what I don't wanna be And after all, after all you'd rather grit your teeth Won't let go, white-knuckle hold Of private coves and halfway homes They've got your name Ear to the door You'd better pray you're not a bore Pick up the pen you're staring in your sleep A breath of fresh air bottled smells so cheap You don't know what I don't want to be And after all, after all you'd rather grit your teeth More dreams, more to land My intentions aren't that planned Wanting what's there by your side And I can't sleep at night More dreams, more to land My intentions aren't that planned Mulling over what I can't find I tried, hole in hands