Sometimes treasures found are treasures best left hidden Like petty crimes that shouldn't be forgiven And the shadow cast by the towers you left standing Listen to the ringing in your ears You belmont mouth and drinking paint the water Pillow aches and eyes burn for tomorrow Wedding seasons to temporary reasons Nothing but the ringing in your ears A trumpet tales you heard ad infinitum Parting words and how we might divide them No holy wars or drunk high school reunions Nothing but the ringing in our ears The paper bag film version of your life The family j**els you put under the knife And heirlooms mark the stunts you can't get rid of Branded in your backside for you to sit on Sunlight paints the poles with dusk and plaster These days the waves lap the sidewalks so much faster I fall asleep in the valley between your shoulders Listen to the ringing in my ears (x4) See the way that you fall back to the back of the line (x6)