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