A Gun in the First Act

A Gun In The First Act - Thursday

I saw you standing with a broken cigarette out in the rain

I guess all our lives are a little less than they seem

Now you're praying to the memory of a god you used to love

A reminder of his death hanging low around your neck

Do you find sleep comes easy

Dancing with the empty silhouette of everything

Our waking lives are just the dreams of our dreams

Standing in the city asking what it's all for but

There's nothing in this world

That giving meaning makes it more:

The louder the ring the less the thing

The louder the ring the less the thing

When we see black clouds coming over our heads

Over our heads

Then we know where it's ending

A loaded gun hanging over our heads

We already know the way it ends

Screaming from a stage or at a pay-phone in the rain

Trying to find the words I always think I need to say

Please bring it back to the moment before you left

I never felt the sting

The louder the ring the less the thing

The louder the ring the less the thing

When we see black clouds coming over our heads

Over our heads

Then we know where it's ending

A loaded gun hanging over our heads

We already know the way it ends

Break break break it down

Back to the way that it was before

When symbols weren't just loaded guns

And black clouds weren't just metaphors

Bring bring bring it back

Back to the way that it was before:

Empty all the loaded guns and bury all the metaphors