Got a fence and you don't know
Two hands that subtlety show this.
I bet on lying stars, do you?
With your cage in your hands
I wanna buy it and you don't care
What a feel of love that you bring
If you calm down I'll rally round you
Be your rare machine
If you love mistakes, Miss California
Let me bleed for you
Got scared and shed a tear
No legs, the puppeteer is gone
Wooden scars never heal
Matchbooks, kerosene
Dead poets coming clean
Obituaries for your men
If you calm down I'll rally round you
Be your rare machine
If you love mistakes, Miss California
Let me bleed for you.
If you calm down we can rally round you
Be your rare machine
We all love mistakes, Miss California
Let us bleed for you