From The Last, Last Call

Here's a long, evasive story

Of failed hopes and glories

Old chandeliers and scratched up 45s

Here's some hymns for my procession

And a couple drunk confessions

A lie soaked in rapture tonight



No, no lie, no lie, no, not I

Believe me when I say

That I'm trying hard today

But I'm not right, no I'm not right

Tell me it's not true

I would never lie to you

I'm not right, no I'm not right

Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to

But it's me, no



The sins of the faithful

The luxuries of regret

But it's the faithless who will know loves tradgedies

An act of purification

Will all the best intentions

Spite me for minding my iniquities



No, no lie, no lie, no, not I

I can't believe you say that

You're better off this way

But I'm not right, no I'm not alright

Tell me what you see

When you stand and look at me

I'm not right, no I'm not right

I'm sorry when I say

I'm still holding on today



And will you forgive me

When I'm found dead on this train

On the outskirts of Berlin

Doubled up on angel dust

There crying on my knees

For some God to come and save this lifeless soul for me

And my ghost will write these words

As you cry yourself to sleep



I'm not right, no I'm not alright

You'd never want to know

What I'm capable of

I'm not right, no I'm not alright

Tell me it's not true

I would not believe you

I'm not right, no I'm not right

Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be

But it's not me