Walking to point out the place of the turning
Seeing your last place regardless of loss
Hope that you did not betray them for clothing
Returning a favor for someone that’s gone
Came to the nest of the cavemen and seamen
Came to eliminate all to adore
Found you in leather half buried in memories
Ignoring the frostbites your lies could endure
“Come over here, come over here”
Remember your voice when you told me of weakness
Adjusting your tone to compete with the chore
How did you like being treated by strangers
Whispering restless from rooms no one own
Believe that you took to the art of adjustment
Changing your faith in the crime and the law
There is no more air now, you built all the fences
Silenced forever by all that you saw
“Come over here, come over here”
Here, tiny eyes, hide the open lies
See bright eyes, learning to disguise
Oh, what have you done?
Can you say those same words over?
Oh, what have you done?
You said it never seemed too real
Oh, what have you done?