Yesterday I spent asleep.
Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap.
Spent the night trying to make a deadline.
Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline.
I have your face here in an old Polaroid.
Tidying the children's clothes and toys.
You're smiling back at me, I took the photo from the fridge.
Can't remember what then we did.
I haven't been with a woman, it feels like for years.
Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears.
This shitty world sometimes produces a rose.
The scent of it lingers but then it just goes.
Return the call to home.
The worst of us are a long drawn out confession.
The best of us are geniuses of compression.
You say you're not going to leave the truth alone.
I'm here 'cause I don't want to go home.
Child drinking dirty water from the river bank.
Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank.
I'm waiting on the waiter, he's taking a while to come.
Watching the sun go down on Lebanon.
Return the call to home.
Now I've got a head like a lit cigarette.
Unholy clouds reflect in a minaret.
You're so high above me, higher than everyone.
Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon?
Choose your enemies carefully 'cause they will define you.
Make them interesting 'cause in some ways they will mind you.
They're not there in the beginning but when your story ends.
Gonna last with you longer than your friends.