Lyric I ve Been Delivered
I could break free from the
wood of a coffin
if I need
But nothin s hard as
Gettin free from places
I ve already been
I ve been waste-deep
in the burnin meadows
of my mind
In the engine
In cold December
shootin fire from the hose
Now turn off your lights
cause I m not comin home
til I m delivered for the first time
I was first-born to a parade
that follows in rows
down a narrow cold black river
faceless shadows
movin slow
I would move swift when
the sounds of a trumpet would blow
I ve been the puppet
I ve been the strings
I know the vacant face it brings
Now the bells of curfew
They may ring before I m through
But soon
I ll be delivered for the first time
You might keep clean
in the back of an angel motorcade
It doesn t matter who walks in
you know, the joke is still the same
You ll just wake up
like a disposable lover
decomposed
I ve been gone
I ve been remembered
I ve been alive
I ve been a ghost
So now, if downtown explodes
I ll still be on this road
til I m delivered for the first time
I have drawn blood
from the neckline
when vampires were in fashion
You know I d even learn
to cut my throat
If I thought I could fit in
Cause I, I once heard
that you gotta learn
how to blend in to this mess
Where nothin s hard
nothin s precious
and nothin s smooth or flawless
Now, no more amused
just screaming to be delivered
for the first time
Now I m 10 miles in the deep
and mighty blue sea
Looking back, towards a long white beach
burnin up into yellow flames
And I just wave back
like a little boy up on a pony
in a show
cause I can t fix
something this complex
any more than I can build a rose
So just keep on letting go
cause I must be close
to being delivered for the first time
Now I d rather bleed out
a long stream from being lonely
and feel blessed
Well than drown, laying face down
in a puddle of respect
I was once lost
in the corridors of the arena
in blindfolds
I ve been the bull
I ve been the whip
I just pulled down the matador
So now, turn on your lights
cause I m comin home
I ve been delivered for the first time
wood of a coffin
if I need
But nothin s hard as
Gettin free from places
I ve already been
I ve been waste-deep
in the burnin meadows
of my mind
In the engine
In cold December
shootin fire from the hose
Now turn off your lights
cause I m not comin home
til I m delivered for the first time
I was first-born to a parade
that follows in rows
down a narrow cold black river
faceless shadows
movin slow
I would move swift when
the sounds of a trumpet would blow
I ve been the puppet
I ve been the strings
I know the vacant face it brings
Now the bells of curfew
They may ring before I m through
But soon
I ll be delivered for the first time
You might keep clean
in the back of an angel motorcade
It doesn t matter who walks in
you know, the joke is still the same
You ll just wake up
like a disposable lover
decomposed
I ve been gone
I ve been remembered
I ve been alive
I ve been a ghost
So now, if downtown explodes
I ll still be on this road
til I m delivered for the first time
I have drawn blood
from the neckline
when vampires were in fashion
You know I d even learn
to cut my throat
If I thought I could fit in
Cause I, I once heard
that you gotta learn
how to blend in to this mess
Where nothin s hard
nothin s precious
and nothin s smooth or flawless
Now, no more amused
just screaming to be delivered
for the first time
Now I m 10 miles in the deep
and mighty blue sea
Looking back, towards a long white beach
burnin up into yellow flames
And I just wave back
like a little boy up on a pony
in a show
cause I can t fix
something this complex
any more than I can build a rose
So just keep on letting go
cause I must be close
to being delivered for the first time
Now I d rather bleed out
a long stream from being lonely
and feel blessed
Well than drown, laying face down
in a puddle of respect
I was once lost
in the corridors of the arena
in blindfolds
I ve been the bull
I ve been the whip
I just pulled down the matador
So now, turn on your lights
cause I m comin home
I ve been delivered for the first time