Letters From The Wasteland

Now coming down out of this swandive to your arms

I make no sound as I move through your reservoirs

I wake up quick and I wake up sick as you

Abandon me into these fields of rank and file

Through this crowd I hear you breathing

Through these bars I watch them bring more in

Now I send back letters from the wasteland home

Where I slow-dance to this romance on my own

It may be two to tango, but boy, it’s one to let go

It’s just one to let go

Now boy keep still, don’t spread yourself around

Get back in line, eat your bread and just work the plow

‘Cause you’re not through, we’re not done with you, did you

think you were the only one who’s been let down?

Sleep tight little boys of the new damned

Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand

Now I send back letters from the wasteland home

Where I slow-dance to this romance on my own

It may take two to tango, but boy, it’s one to let go

Now another bad idea gets through

Down the assembly line to you

You’re every bride I should have burned

Every lesson I’ve unleared

Now in this smoke filled waiting room with

Incarcerated lovesick fools I will

Wait for you to cut me loose

I send back letters from the waseland home

Where I slow dance to this romance on my own

I send back letters from the wasteland home

From where I slow dance to this romance on my own