Tear You Down (feat. Alex Ebert)

Roam in the middle, well, I'll be in the basement

Time the rhythm racin' on the gold card

Hey, skinny lips feedin' on the tits of

Lazy poor bandits waitin' in the sun

Bleedin' from the wounds from cuttin' to the chase

From beatin' round the bush that burns when we embrace

And braces for the teeth that long for what's beneath

The skin that hides the fruit from time, for the truth

Let it in

Let our love tear you down

And begin

To be found

Dancin' to the silence of the rhythm of my bones' decay

I'm still hidin' from my mother in the fatherland of manly fates

Woke up drunk on the job, your head was smokin' from the U-S of A

Now I'm tearin' down the drapes of complimentary consequence

Let it in

Let our love tear you down

And begin

To be found, to be found

Let it in

Let our love tear you down

And begin

To be found

Right in the middle, I'll be in the basement

Time the rhythm racin' on the gold card

Hey, middle finger, stickin' through the eye of

Poor little thinkers layin' in the sun

I'm bleedin' from the wounds from cuttin' to the chase

From beatin' round the bush that burns when we embrace

And braces for the teeth that long for what's beneath

The skin that hides the fruit for laughin' with the truth

Said what, what, all the money went?

You lie, you lie, you lie, you lie

Say where, where all the money go?

You lie, you lie, you lie, you lie

Let it in

Let our love tear you down

And begin

To be found, to be found

Let it in

Let our love tear you down

And begin

To be found