Burning Flag
So the hours inside your house slow and you go from time to less time.
And you've never felt as insincere as you do now.
So you put on a record, and turn it off because nothing fits
and the respite you get won't come easy now, won't come easy now.
Where are the answers you had?
Where are the faces you know?
Where are the books that you quote?
Where are the places you go?
Where is the time that you saved?
Where are the people who said that they'd always be by your side?
Where have they all gone now, now that you need them?
Your good will won't keep you clean.
Your talent won't keep you clean.
Your love won't keep you clean.
Your love doesn't mean a thing
when all that you're left with is your rage
and your powerlessness and your love.
You're left with your love.