LYRICS

Tin Girl 

Oops 
Look, the power is out again  
and they don’t know when it will be back  
At least you’ve got your candles  
to keep you company  

Oops, I’m disappointed again  
I guess that’s just what I get   
For letting my expectations   
get the best of me   

Don’t look back now,   
don’t you dare now   
‘Cause if you do   
I will turn to dust right before your eyes   
And then you will be compelled to collect   
the remnants of what I once was   
Wishing you had made time to apologize   

You said: “nothing is real in the end”   
But what of the wings that I mend?   
I could kill you with the blade inside my pen   
Lost all my limbs in the fight   
Waging what’s wrong and what’s right   
You don’t think I will, but I might I might.   

Look, the feeling is gone again,   
that is if it was here at all   
I keep my window open   
just in case it calls   

Oops, I’m in love again   
I guess that’s just what I get   
For letting you cut me open   
to look inside my chest   

Look ahead now, watch your step now   
‘Cause if you don’t you may end up   
belly up on your back   
And then a crowd of ignorant people will surround you   
Waiting for you to react   

You said: “nothing is real in the end”   
But what of the wings that I mend?   
I could kill you with the blade inside my pen   
Lost all my limbs in the fight   
Waging what’s wrong and what’s right   
You don’t think I will, but I might I might.  

   

Out but Thru   
Cracked skin, porcelain    
Sharpening your claws    
You smiled once, you looked happy    
Like an accident on pause    
Blink twice: you’re in the backyard    
Watching the lilacs die    
Ash covered shoulder blades    
Reminiscing on when you used to fly    

Go slow in the fast lane, honey    
Well it looks like you’re on cue    
Would I tell you what it felt like, baby    
Well there’s no way out but through    
Quick wit, unzipping the armour that you wear    
You fashioned a blanket out of the reasons    
Why you were scared    
Wanting to be loved so desperately    
So that you wouldn’t have to look    
At the graveyard diggers that you dreamt about    
Before you bit the hooks    

Saw your face through the veil    
My old house is up for sale    
The old haunts inside my head    
Are telling me I’m left for dead    
There’s no place to belong    
Except the inside of a song    
Tell me one thing that you know:    
You have to be uncomfortable    
If you wanna grow.   

  

Know Now, Then  
I miss the way you held your pen   
I miss the way you said my name   
I may never see you again   
But I have your picture in a frame   

Do you still smell the same?   
Do you still tell the truth?   
If you ever look for me   
I’ll be in the pages of our youth   

I’ll cut it out, I’ll try again   
If only I knew what I know now, then   

Loneliness can make us do   
All kinds of senseless things   
All the time I spent with you   
Was like a wounded pair of wings   

Nostalgia is a pretty liar   
Insisting things were better   
Then they actually were at the time   
At the time, at the time  

  

Home Again  
Always the sentimental one   
Using the words you wrote down   
Long ago, when you ran the show   

Breaking an empty promise   
Craving an affectionate cigarette kiss   
Always used to the consistently inconsistent   

You can’t go home again   
You can go...   
You can go home again   
You can’t go....   

Always the super cautious one   
Filling the void of boredom   
Living on the sly, blushing in the sky   
I was restless reckless and I swear sometimes   
I don’t even wanna feel   
Don’t even want to heal...   

You can’t go home again   
You can go....   
You can go home again   
You can’t go....   

So take off the people pleasing smile   
Show them what you really know   
Show them what you really know...   

  

Salad Days  
I’ve always been a moth to flame   
But that don’t mean that I’m to blame   
For the faulty switch inside your brain   
How I long to be free of these chains   

Everything is standing still   
Half of me in for the kill   
Hope for the best, expect the worst   
Is this body a blessing or a curse?   

I’m not made of tin anymore   
Than I wanted to win the war   
Of you and I, so what’s the use?   
When all you have is some cheap excuse   
You gave me grief and took my youth   
And that’s the truth   

You came to me inside a dream   
I opened my mouth but couldn’t scream   
You said: “click your heels and you’ll be home”   
So I did and woke up alone  

  

A Little Vulture Told Me  
I can feel the leaky faucet of my butane brain   
Flood the sad and lonely streets that pollute your veins   
And I’m tired of wanting you to need me   
I watch you writhe and wriggle with itchy skin   
Sharing a sleeping bag with truth is not an easy thing   
And I’m tired of watching you destroy you   

What have you got to lose?   
I’m not here for you to lose   

I was trying to fill the hole inside my stupid heart   
When you picked me up and placed me back into the darkest part   
Of a story of a vulture that leaves you picked apart   
It’s no wonder I was lazy with trying not to lose   

I’m not here for you to lose   
What have you got to lose?   

I was carving out a way for us to dine and dash   
We’ve got fear to keep us company and of course panache   
I was crying when you told me not to laugh  

  

A Moment Ago  
Where did I put my confidence?   
I could have sworn that I had it just a moment ago   
A moment ago   
You’re on the hunt for your other half   
I’m just trying to figure out how to laugh   
Through the pain, through the shame   

Tried to fit through the hole in the wall   
Walked on the tightrope but I didn’t fall   
Made up a home out of a box   
Yeah, you can hide but you can’t escape your thoughts   

Where did I put my sense of self?   
I could have sworn I was someone else just a moment ago   
A moment ago   
Couldn’t get out of bed for a week   
Gotta try and fake it though ‘cause if you’re sad   
They think you’re weak   

Where did put my confidence?   
I could have sworn that I had it   
Just a moment ago   
Just a moment ago  

  

The Worm Song  
I recall the day you called and said: “Hey I packed my bags,   
I’m going on a trip and guess who’s not invited?”   
Oh perfectionist, you might break a nail over this   
But you ain’t gunna break any hearts so you might as well   
crumble ‘Cause you ain’t gunna be missed!   

I recall what I was doing that one time I was munching on an apple   
and I turned my head then looked back at it   
And a worm said: “Hey this is my home! Who are you to   
use it for the sake of being satisfied and satiated?   
Karma’s a bitch kid, I work hard - I’m dedicated!”   

I know I’ll soon go mad   
What with pissing off worms and reveries of days gone bad   
But what good is praying going to do   
When the thing you love is dying in the next room?   
What good is loving going to do   
When the thing you hate is laughing right beside you?   

Once in a while there’s that reminder   
That says “you’re not needed here, you’re just an under liner”   
And they will use you and abuse you and reduce you   
To nothing but a stained sheet of a   
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I know I’ll soon go mad   
What with pissing off worms and reveries of days gone bad   
But what good is praying going to do   
When the thing you love is dying in the next room?   
What good is loving going to do   
When the thing you hate is laughing right beside you?   

  

The Mermaid Song  
Last night I found myself weeping for all I have yet to lose   
For things I wish for safe keeping, for all I have yet to prove   
You gave me your porcelain shoulder   
I cried for time and getting older   
I cried for the wasted years   
I cried for my unconquerable fears   

This restless heart, what a wretched mess   
It needs a bigger chest   
All the love and all the hate   
Growing more and less and less   
You say you love me but I know   
There are rooms in you I’ll never go   
Do not disturb signs, doors locked shut   
Passwords I could never guess with the best of luck   

I guess the root of every moment and every memory   
Is how you choose to remember it, oh how will you remember me?   
Carrying mountains upon my back   
A piece of fiction turned to fact   
Binoculars to help you see   
Or the sea foam that I used to be   

Last night I found myself weeping for all I have yet to lose   
For things I wish for safekeeping, for mountains I have yet to move   
You gave me your severed ear   
I treaded water in a pool of tears   
I cried for who we used to be   
I wept for you and I wept for me. 

 

The Language of Eyes 

Big Fish Too Soon  
Let your hair down, I want to save you   
They fed you to the big fish too soon   
I hung around with your demon last night   
He said that I brought comfort   
But could never make you alright   

Alright, alright, alright.   

You ran into my cousin last week   
She didn’t call you by your new name   
You said you had a dream about me that I died   
She told you I was fine but   
you didn’t call to see if I was   

Alright, alright, alright.   

Let your hair down, I want to save you   
They fed you to the big fish too soon   
You said that there were three of them,   
You didn’t put up a fight   
They left you in the snow and you were not   

Alright, alright, alright.  

  

Cheek & Bruise  
On awnings and gravestones, engraved in my bones   
I didn’t see you arrive   
But I best be going, I only came ‘cause I heard you were gunna be here   
Oh, talk is cheap   
Don’t entertain the notion   
I’m too big to sit on your knee   
And too small to devour your devotion   

I stride into the fancy restaurant   
Get myself a table by the window   
Sir, can you direct me to the bathroom   
if you’re not too busy?   
Expensive smile, whitened to the T   
Gee, I’m sure glad I’m not the one   
who has to scrub these toilets   

Young blood, lovely face   
An existence stronger than a myth,   
as useful as a rake   
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back   
In each cheek and bruise   
And I’ve got a lot of it,   
I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.   

I used to sit and wait   
And drop everything if you happened to need me   
Now you say that you couldn’t care less   
if you never ever saw me   
Well I’ll go away, a thoughtless misplacement   
There’s always room for that   
unwavering replacement   

I feel like a three-legged dog being   
forced to pull a sled of raw meat   
But if it was written from the heart   
then I don’t have to transpose anything   
What’s the use? I was only trying to savour you   
Time is just a series   
of four-dollar photo booth snapshots   

Young blood, lovely face   
An existence stronger than a myth,   
as useful as a rake   
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back   
In each cheek and bruise   
And I’ve got a lot of it,   
I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.   

Young blood, ugly face   
An existence stronger than a myth,   
as useless as a rake   
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back   
In each cheek and bruise   
And I’ve got a lot of love stashed away for you.  

  

Pantomime  
I stood there all in black, with my face painted white   
Noticing the frame that fit around you   
I said what I didn’t mean, I left without being seen   
Miming all the while the wall between us   

Then you leaned in for a kiss   
But you couldn’t get past that which separated us   
You wore my summer dress   
You looked like a photograph of happiness   

You said:   
“Come a little closer, I promise I won’t bite.”   
I knew you didn’t want to be alone.   
Your halo was glowing when I visited you that night   
But you sounded so defeated on the phone.   

I stood among the crowd, feeling like a ghost   
Remembering a time when we were strangers   
I laughed the memory off, but love is like a cough   
Even a small one can’t be concealed   

Then you leaned in for a kiss   
But you couldn’t get past that which separated us   
You wore my summer dress   
You looked like a photograph of happiness   

You said:   
“Come a little closer, I promise I won’t bite.”   
I knew you didn’t want to be alone.   
Your halo was glowing when I visited you that night   
But you sounded so defeated on the phone.   

You sounded so defeated on the phone   
You sounded so defeated on the phone   
You sounded so defeated on the phone.  

  

Charming Walls  
I ask you another question Just to hear your voice   
I walk past your workplace   
Like I have a choice   
If only the moon had not skimmed my skin that night   
Like a song on your pillow, a plight   

And there you were like you never were   
Like a faded love like light for life   
Flickering about like I’m the one to blow you out   

Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change   
Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change   
Your fur was so warm on my wall   
Your fur was so warm on my wall   

To be killed in a moment   
Gorge then gasp   
There’s refuge in recollection   
Or regret, perhaps   
If only I had not hung you on my wall   
But for a painting you were so beautiful   

And there you were like you always were   
Like a faded love like light for life   
Flickering about like I’m the one to blow you out   

Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change   
Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change   
Your fur was so warm on my wall   
Your fur was so warm on my wall   

(Somewhere, tin girl, somewhere, in need….)   
(Somewhere, tin girl, somewhere, in need….)  

  

As It Seems  
Sitting on a park bench waiting outside   
You tell me to run but I wish to hide   
Deep in the center of your chest pocket   
So I lean in close to you so dear   
Tell you all the things you don’t want to hear   
Until your heart expands, arms outstretched   

But that’s the problem with embraces   
I don’t wanna let go and face it:   
That we all collide, just to drift apart again   
But at least I’m not as sad as I used to be   
At least I know the meaning of sanity   
A little less afraid of morning light   

Lover without a lover, friend without a friend   
Pay attention to the signs at every dead end   
Nothing is as it seems and yet everything is   
Another chance to receive all that   
you’ve ever had to give   

Feeling distraught and so confused   
All I wanna do is comfort you   
and abandon myself, yet again.   
But I can’t go back to those days no more   
It was different then, now I can’t ignore   
All that I have learned between the lines   

All the ghosts of who we used to be   
Float around sometimes inside of me   
That’s why I still bruise easily   
But I refuse to be defined   
By all that I have failed to find   
I may not know who I am,   
but at least I know who I’m not.  

  

Like Losing  
If I was time, would you kill me?   
Would you light up with your friends   
drunk in melancholy?   
Laughing about how all of this   
doesn’t even matter anymore   
When the one you love becomes   
banished from your door   

And your core aches   
I feel it like a weed   
At the bottom of the lake   
Plucked from the womb   
Courageously awake   
Like a sick fish   
Waiting for the bait   

If I was time, I would kill me   
I wouldn’t be getting in the way constantly   
I would not be a thief to the night   
And a sickened saviour by the day   
I would be hooked on the fact   
That I wouldn’t have anything to say   

Forever and a day   
My core will ache   
I feel it like a weed   
At the bottom of the lake   
Plucked from the womb   
Courageously awake   
Like a sick fish   
Waiting for the bait  

  

The Beauty of Decay  
He said: “One day you’re going to run out of skin,   
And then no one will be around.   
Yeah, one day you’re going to run out of skin,   
And then no one will stick around.”   

Do you ever wish you could   
work as hard as you cry?   
Do you ever wish you could   
laugh as much as you lie?   
Do you ever feel it all:   
mad and sad and free?   
Do you ever wish you were   
as happy as you are lonely?   

She said: “One day maybe I will kick this thing,   
But nothing is forever so don’t expect anything.   
Yeah, one day maybe you will understand   
When you lose both your parents   
and your kids and your man.”   

Do you ever wish you could   
work as hard as you cry?   
Do you ever wish you could   
laugh as much as you lie?   
Do you ever feel it all:   
mad and sad and free?   
Do you ever wish you were   
as happy as you are lonely?   

Yeah one day I might run out   
Of skin and then no one will be around   
Yeah one day I might run out   
Of skin and then who’s gunna stick around?  

  

Perfect Avocado  
Open book, and out it fell   
A business card to mark the spell   
Can you tell me why you chase all your tails   
Then chew them off without   
falling in love with feeling like Braille?   
Oh, the things I chose not to see   
The girl I tried not to be,   
So close to reality.   

Oh the things we tell ourselves,   
they’ll kill us in time   
Oh the things I tell myself,   
they keep me confined   

I am a moth without wings   
With eyes for ears, no song to sing   
Reaching for the glow   
Then there’s you, candle-faced silhouette   
I cannot trace you out in this place   
I do recall when you said   
You would not light the waterbed   
If I wasn’t there to blow it out.   

Oh the things we tell ourselves,   
they’ll kill us in time   
Oh the things I tell myself,   
they keep me confined   
So I hail a cab to take me away   
To where the rivers flow   
with letters of your name  

  

The Language of Eyes  
You speak of romance as if it were a disease   
As if your hopeless heart wanders   
and would much rather be   
In my hands when it lands   

And your words resonate within me   
How long until I start to bleed?   
And your words resonate within me   
How long until I stop to bleed?   

Honey I’ll tie a string to your eye   
Honey I’ll tie a string to your ear   
Honey I’ll tie a string to your heart   
And when it gets heavy, when it gets tired   
I’ll be there to pull it   
‘Cause I know we can never be you and I   
When we are around everyone else   
So give a little tug anytime   
When your heart gets heavy,   
when your heart gets tired   
And I’ll be there to pull it   

All that separates us now is inevitable time   
Quietly counting the moments   
I wished you were mine   
When to why, the language of eyes   
And again   

Your words resonate within me   
How long until I start to bleed?   
And your words resonate within me   
How long until I stop to bleed?   

Will you forgive me when I opt to forget myself?  

  

The Outskirts of Optimism  
When I grow up, I want to die   
When I die, I want to be in your arms.   
My ma left me for the blade   
My pa left me for the bottle, I was eight.   
But I didn’t tell a soul   
Now all I get for Christmas   
Is a large lump of coal.   

I used up my one and only lifeline   
Now I’m riding on a smile and a shoeshine   

I can’t remember how to cry   
When I cry, I want to be in your arms.   
You left me for the machine   
I loved you, I was only thirteen.   
But I didn’t tell a soul   
Now I suppose you,   
Well you will never know.   

I used up my one and only   
I screwed up but darling, I will love you only.   

(mouth trumpet solo)   

I used up my one and only lifeline   
Now I’m riding on a smile and a shoeshine   

But I ain’t complaining, I’m just waiting   
On the other line, I’m on the other line   
And I’m sure I’ll be fine.