Tomorrow is Perfect

You probably won't remember

The way the sky burned

It was a cold December

When the millennium turned

Another deathly shiver

From your restless phone

You shot your mouth through with silver

You bled your gums to the bone

And there's a house on the water

Made of teeth and sand

An unfriendly doctor

An unhealing hand

An unequal spirit

A lucky gamble

Move through the swollen city

On a downer

On a downer

On a downer

On a downer

On a downer

Look at the boats on the river

Up in your tower

And trace the pictures the circuits describe

The steady hand of the stadium lights

Look through the leaves of the willow

Across the ice and stone

Well, I know your window

You've got the red lightbulb

You've got the red lightbulb

You've got the red lightbulb

You've got the red lightbulb

You've got the red lightbulb

The way the fangs of the hound look

Inside the mouth of the storm

The sinner speaks the loudest as usual

The inner beast conforms

You had a history of heartbreak

The brutal bridge of betrayal

And life moves so fast these days

You never get, you never get to just be alone

To just be alone

To just be alone

To just be alone

To just be alone