Calibrate Video (MV)

Calibrate the rate you're driving out of state
As if you're running late
As if you couldn't wait
You're forced awake

Fasten weights to hate and drown it in the lake
And hope it settles down
To rest on solid ground
And never found

Motorcades that made a great headlining page
That sparked the great debate
Ushers the modern age
Of modern slaves

Fantasize that hi's are intros to goodbyes
I see it in your eyes
You're trying to provide
An alibi

How's it feel to just be half alive?
When you got the nerve to say to me
You've got to go, you've got to leave
I've got a building habit and I'm getting off the floor
Found your name at the bottom of a bottle of wine
Slurring over words I never spoke
The sadness to the minor chord
I've got a few suggestions but you're running out the door

But I found the story puzzling over me

So you're back, your feet are sore
You've never been so cold
Your story's told
Face the facts, let's stop the Third World War
Save the young and old
Your guns are gold

Found your name at the bottom of a bottle of wine