Cross Tie
Got a full blown standard*
To question outright
Now find something to believe in
That all broke one night
Damned bad job of concealment
Sometimes here and sometimes gone
When the mainline blows
Stay sidetracked
It's safe to say that perfection is created
It perfectly scars
And digs deep under skin
Been at all time highs
And all time lows
Sometimes barely maintaining
It's strange that to go and shutdown sometimes
Can be so damned relieving
Rain on the face can cleanse
So deep it will bring a lost
Feeling right back it's safe to say that
Perfection is created
It perfectly scars
And digs deep under skin
As the wind blows away the words
Who's left to blame?
Take a ride on the back
Near the switch
And make good time
Without a hint of leaving
Be from many places
Be from here see what
To see then wander alone
Steel rails hum find the cure
Then fall right back It's safe to say that
Perfection is created
It perfectly scars
And digs deep under skin
As the wind blows away the words
Who's left to blame?