Purloined - Lee Ranaldo

You got solitude, and gray skies too, a fire in your eye

But you’re still lonely and asleep just like the last time

You got stolen dreams, broken schemes

You’re still just one string shy

Crystal words and painted birds don’t help at all

Is there any chance

We could’ve known better?

Tell tale heart

And the purloined letter

Is there a chance

We could’ve known from the start?

The stolen note was torn apart

You’ve got everything, the diamond ring

Some fine time left to die

So listen closely to you’re own sweet talk of mine

You’ve got magazines, distorted scenes

Stained with what remains

Behind the freedom that you had

Is there a chance

We could’ve known better?

Tell tale hearts

And the purloined letter

Is there a chance

We could’ve made it from the start?

The stolen note was torn apart

You’re working hard on your conversation

You got a parachute, an escape route

There’s a fire in the sky

You’re on the street, nearly complete

But still bone dry

You got sweet caffeine, the subway scenes

Fine tuned indications

Of the the seasons that you’ve lived

Work on your conversation

Trying to make a sensation

Out of nothing