Singin’ to you in the back of the van 
 I can’t fix it all but I’ll hold your hand 
 Until the headlights crack and we drive head first 
 For the graves in the yard of this New Jersey church 
    And the closest I’ve come to the feeling of knives 
 Is the pain that I feel from the thorns in your side 
 Because they poke right through your sweater 
 And rip the fabric that holds our illusions together   
 And the antidote for all the things 
 That tear us up from seam to seam 
 Is the space between our eyes 
 I never would have been here otherwise   
 And I suppose that with our broken wings 
 We’ll have to learn to use our feet 
 And maybe we will find a reason for our lives 
 Well I guess we’ll have to try won’t we   
 Singin’ to you in the back of my car 
 The lights flash red and the door’s ajar 
 I could tell you the truth but the truth is much worse 
 So I’ll tell you a lie and you’ll never be hurt   
 And the closest I’ve come to the feeling of fine 
 Is the joy that I feel from your hands on my side 
 Because they poke right through your sweater 
 And rip the fabric that holds my delusions together   
 And the antidote for all the things 
 That tear us up from seam to seam 
 Is the space between our eyes 
 I never would have been here otherwise   
 And I suppose that with our broken wings 
 We’ll have to learn to use our feet 
 And maybe we will find a reason for our lives 
 Well I guess we’ll have to try, won’t we   
 We’ll have to try, won’t we   
 (This body isn’t mine anymore) 
 You should just let this go, but I can’t tell you so 
 (You threw away the keys and locked the door) 
 No I can’t and I won’t, no I can’t and I won’t 
 (This body isn’t mine anymore) 
 You should just let this go, but I can’t tell you so 
 (You threw away the keys and locked the door) 
 No I can’t and I won’t, no I can’t and I won’t   
 And the antidote for all the things 
 That tear us up from seam to seam 
 Is the space between our eyes 
 I never would have been here otherwise   
 And I suppose that with our broken wings 
 We’ll have to learn to use our feet 
 And maybe we will find a reason for our lives 
 Well I guess we’ll have to try, won’t we