Despite the bad weather
You've gotten much better
At pulling the twine on the factory line

With cracks in the covers
Warm hands for cold lovers
Sweet ghost, don't you want me?
Please, come back, and haunt me

Again (x2)

Hand-sewn boy, why do you hide your faces
Behind cut glass, and your subtle sounds
We'll go out west, find a gold encasement
And bring me back worth a thousand pounds

I'm wearing lace that you stained bright green
With hands as slick with an oil well sheen
We'll drive your car through a shady hollow
Keep laughing now and the rest will follow

[(Nervous)Breakdown]

Head buried in the sand of your lap
Come up to find glazed over eyes
Tap into my intuition, new thoughts coming to fruition
Complex inequities, equal simplicities
I'm moving with the worst of these heresies, as I please
And I know

Longer you let webs spin, the more'll show
The sun will shine in your dark corners
Longer you love your sin, the morals grow
And slip away like timid mourners
Hang me up with the strings you helped to tie
You're sure to die from indecision
You can smile all you want but at the front
Your favorite game is still submission

[(Glucose)Breakdown]

Hand-sewn boy, why do you hide your faces
Behind cut glass, and your subtle sounds
We'll go out west, find a gold encasement
And bring me back worth a thousand pounds