Back to the basement
Pack it up shut it in
She used to come around when
The room was full of poison
And pink and white noises
She would sit on my shoulder
And the sound would form walls
Up and down reverb halls
Now my hair is falling out
Broken strings and all
But she will not come here
When she is called, she said
Leave your lovers in their warm beds
I don't like you when you're content
Build us a church out of guitars and speakers
Out of the best that you've got
Your best is not good enough
Been a good s**er
Still and so quiet
Didn't push or pry it
While she put the touches
On someone else's Lover's Spit
She won't come back to my shoulder
Like she used to come around
Buried in that wall of sound
I'll curl up again if she'll sing to us
But she won't come if it's on purpose
Leave your lovers in their warm beds
I don't like you when you're content
Build us a church out of guitars and speakers
Out of the best that you've got
Your best is not good enough
Que sera