Silver Cell Phone

I’m sending you this sickness through a silver cell phone
And my voice is thin and brittle like a thousand pigeon bones
And we can talk this way for hours but I’ll still end up alone in a crown 
You’re the queen of moanin’ well you’re about to be dethroned
‘Cause I’m the king of disappointment, an eggshell kingdom’s where I roam
Full of people, cattle, steeples, battles I still end up alone in a crowd 

for cryin’, for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud
for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud
for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud 

Don’t be so quick to send your troops to aid in my relief
‘Cause I’m in tune with a vibration of an ever-buzzing grief
That runs right through every one of us and underneath the streets of our town 

It makes us want to touch someone so bad our fingers turn to knives
When we reach out for the embrace we take each other’s lives
Are hearts are bloody hand-grenades it’ll blow it’s broken bits in the crowd 

for cryin’, for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud
for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud
for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud

bright white lights & pipe organs
bright white lights & pipe organs
bright white lights & pipe organs 
 
Above our heads in nothing, below our feet is death
And all that’s in between is the best that it gets
So don’t ask too many questions, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth 
Before your body turns against you and eats you from inside
You better strip down your ambitions and be happy your alive
To see the looks on the faces, the ones you recognize from the crowd 

for cryin’, for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud
for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud
for cryin’, for cryin’ out loud