so you do not get to be a sain´t
martyrs never last this long
guess I will never be the one
to defeat desire in song
here is a marker
here is my naked skin
our exhibit A
put a small x where I lost my way
all the actors broke their legs
and its too late postpone
the producers getting high
and the audience went home
smile & take your awkward bow
turn & stumble off the stage
let the rain be your applause
every encore sooth your rage
squint with one eye on the show tune
wait for your ride to say
oh that is where you must have lost your way
Megaphones in helicopters squeal
"hey, are you ok?"
search lights circle where we lost our way
all our accidents went purposeful & fell
stripped of providence or any way to tell
our intentions were intangible & sweet
stick with simple math & shy discoveries
piled up against our impending defeat
Weakerthans, The Ringtones