Break the code of silence
Forget your conscience
And baby, you'll be fine
Grab a book of matches,
Half empty gas can
And get these hands untied
You made me who I am
Blame it on the process, darling
Draw my blood from the stone
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
But this had to be said
You made me who I am
Lift your broken posture
Reset your shoulder
And plant you in the soil
I recall the moment
When our first ?
Your twisted limbs recoiled
You made me who I am
Blame it on the process, darling
Draw my blood from the stone
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
But this had to be said
You made me who I am
You think you've seen the worst of me
Well, think again
You made me who I am
Your body slumps over that hole I dug for when
You made me who I am
You made me who I am
Break the code of silence
Forget your conscience
And baby, you'll be fine
Grab a book of matches,
Half empty gas can
And get these hands untied
You made me who I am, oh
Blame it on the process, darling
Draw my blood from the stone
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
But this had to be said
You made me who I am
You think you've seen the worst of me
Well, think again
You made me who I am
Your body slumps over that hole I dug for when
You made me who I am
You made me who I am
1 | Down Here, We All Float |
2 | Promise Me |
3 | F-Stop |
4 | Hey, I'm A Ghost |
5 | Goodbye Miss Havisham |
6 | Fire Away |
7 | How I Remember You |
8 | Gardens |
9 | Florida Queen |
10 | Cloudy |