Safety, you think we'll make it safely
I think we're falling deep now
I risk falling in (go back)
Safety, a top priority mainly
I risk a burst at the seams now
I didn't know how to ask
Every time I saw you there
A big ol' mess of wrestled hair
Big ol' mess I sit and stare
Beaming out, beaming out to you
I didn't know how to ask
I'll be your recluse
I won't bother you
Yeah, you're the good news
And a cemetery is down the road
We can go there if we want to be alone
I'll be your shoulder
I'll be your exit
I'll be your alibi
When you're on the run
I'll be your reckless (feckless) fiend
Yeah, you're my kerosene
Yeah you're my fickle dream
At the end of the night
And every time I talk us up
Big ol' plans involving us
Big ol' plans I make for us
Beaming out, beaming out to you
I didn't know how to ask
I'll be your recluse
I won't bother you
Yeah, you're the good news
And a cemetery is down the road
You can go there if you want to be alone
With the flowers and the old headstones
On pilfered land, stolen long ago
On pilfered land, stolen long ago
I'll be your shoulder
I'll be your recluse
Yeah, you're the best muse
All the time