[00:34.50]Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't
[00:41.51]
[00:42.97]When I'm done with the thrill, when I finally come home
[00:50.12]But that's a long way home that is
[00:54.54]When I finally come away from all the sinking ships
[01:01.27]I'm tired of trying
[01:08.65]It could take a long time
[01:12.79]To forget that color of the water
[01:16.78]Only the deepest blues
[01:20.90]Can get me back to the crux of the matter
[01:25.44]She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience
[01:30.01]And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
[01:33.89]She's a replica, another image of no patron saints
[01:38.95]Not one, no one to trust outside of this
[01:43.01]Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't
[01:50.71]If I'm losing my step will you carry me home?
[01:58.12]But that's a long way home that is
[02:02.74]Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships?
[02:09.29]Oh baby, I'm trying
[02:16.34]It could take a long time
[02:19.04]
[02:20.66]To forget that color of the water
[02:24.70]Only the deepest blues
[02:28.95]Can get me back to the crux of the matter
[02:33.38]She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience
[02:38.30]And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
[02:41.94]She's a replica, another image of no patron saints
[02:47.16]Not one, no one to trust outside of this
[02:50.28]But it's got blood, not your blood
[02:52.46]It's that blood on your hands
[02:54.71]Well, your friends are your friends
[02:56.71]Or your biggest fans
[02:58.89]So pin that letter, pin that letter
[03:00.95]Pin that letter to your chest
[03:03.46]I confess, I confess, I confess
[03:07.33]Bring it back and cut it loose
[03:09.51]Put it on like all the rest
[03:11.57]You tell them lies, I'll tell them truths
[03:13.63]I confess, I confess
[03:15.81]
[03:16.43]She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience
[03:20.65]And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
[03:24.40]She's a replica, another image of no patron saints
[03:29.57]Not one, no one to trust outside of this
[03:32.85]She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience
[03:37.60]And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
[03:41.31]She's a replica, another image of no patron saints
[03:46.37]Not one, no one to trust outside of this