Art in America - Targets Lyrics

Sometimes
In a corner of a room
Soon to be impending
Am I the only one

I know
Safe to be in life so hard
When even the brightest star
Turns a shade of grey

If your life
Should come my way
Moving forward
In my space
I've been waiting
Here for you
Biding time
Waiting to be used yeah

Waves of red
Wash over me
Break these bones
And set me free
Save myself
For thee
Don't ask me why
Life can come so cheap

The hold out
Now you know
He will target you
Stand guard
Look twice

The hold out
Now I see
He will target you
No heart
No soul
No sympathy

The hold out
Now I see
He will target me
No heart
No soul
No sympathy