Replica

Replica - Big Talk

Well maybe I will maybe I won't

When I'm done with the thrill when I finally come home

But that's a long way home that is

When I finally come away from all the sinking ships

I'm tired of trying

It could take a long time

To forget that color of the water

Only the deepest blues

Can get me back to the crux of the matter

She's a replica an imitation of my conscience

And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss

She's a replica another image of no patron saints

Not one no one to trust outside of this

Well maybe I will maybe I won't

If I'm losing my step will you carry me home

But that's a long way home that is

Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships

Oh baby I'm trying

It could take a long time

To forget that color of the water

Only the deepest blues

Can get me back to the crux of the matter

She's a replica an imitation of my conscience

And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss

She's a replica another image of no patron saints

Not one no one to trust outside of this

But it's got blood not your blood

It's that blood on your hands

Well your friends are your friends

Or your biggest fans

So pin that letter pin that letter

Pin that letter to your chest

I confess I confess I confess

Bring it back and cut it loose

Put it on like all the rest

You tell them lies I'll tell them truths

I confess I confess

She's a replica an imitation of my conscience

And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss

She's a replica another image of no patron saints

Not one no one to trust outside of this

She's a replica an imitation of my conscience

And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss

She's a replica another image of no patron saints

Not one no one to trust outside of this