Living With the Living
Album - 20 marzo 2007 - Debaser id 389376

Colleen – never to be crowned queen, never an evergreen
Floating above the scene as still as a figurine
Expressionless, so serene, but I know what makes you scream
So don’t you run out of steam – I know you, Colleen
It’s been all messed up since the very beginning
But you act so tough, people think that you’re winning
And everyone wants something from Colleen
Colleen - perpetually between what is and what could have been
Floating through your routine every day since you were fifteen
And as rosy as you make it seem, I know life for you ain’t been a dream
To have to deal with the things you’ve seen while they work you like you’re a machine
Machines break down, but you can’t break with them
It’s too late now, so don’t break the rhythm
And everyone wants something form Colleen
Colleen, if ever you walk into a dead-end street, come clean –
Don’t say that it’s all in your mind because I know what you mean – Colleen
It’s been all messed up since the very beginning
It’s too late now, ‘cause we’re already in it
And everyone wants something from Colleen
(and no one gets ‘cause she’s no one’s Colleen)

Sometimes the rain upon the sea
Can make the gray look green to me.
And when I'm into all that gray,
I'll make the morning last all day.

And when I've been down to New South Wales
And both my brothers've been in jail,
Ah, but my sister - she got free
Now she's across that great gray sea.

Now I've been hard, too hard to find,
But there's no paranoia in my mind.
There've been no comrades dropping dimes,
It's just I'm working overtime.

And I know that in the end,
I'll come clean to all my friends.
'Cause we all know we all have sinned,
And we all know we're going to again.

And when I was late in checking in,
And I couldn't say where I'd been,
Well, I bet you knew,
'Cause you sometimes do,
And here we go 'round again...

See, Molly always knows just what to bring,
When Reb's in town, she always rings.
You wanna know what Tommy has to say?
Is Terre feeling better these days?

You can ask - take a look,
We're all pretty open books.
What I satand for, I mostly stand behind,
And what I am,
I mostly can't hide.

And when we were late in getting in,
We couldn't say where we'd been.
But maybe you knew,
Like you sometimes do -
I've got no need to pretend.

But C.I.A.,
Only you know what you've done.

My father works from 6 to 8,
And he ain't given up his faith,
And so I haven't given up myself,
Though I sure could use a little help.

Now it don't take the writing of a song,
To tell you what I was doing in '01.
Buy what I fear that I might never see,
Is where you were back in '73.

And why Mal, he ain't around,
Or if Everardo was ever found.
Or why Frankie says that history's race is run,
When we all know it's just erased by those who've won.

And when I was late in weighing in,
And I couldn't say where I'd been,
Well, you thought you knew,
Like you sometimes do,
But you got it wrong again...

But C.I.A.,
Only you know what you've done.

C.I.A.,
Only you know what you've done.