I will never die.

Now I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky.
There's still a few holes that let in a little rain.
And so it's crying on my shingles.
My floorboards moan under my feet.
The refrigerator is whining,
so I've got reason to complain.

But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments,
some degrading psalm of praise,
like the kind that converted you to me so long ago.
Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town.
You can save face but you won't ever save your soul.
And that's a fact.

So hurry up and run,
to the one that you love.
And tie him up in your likeness,
and he'll become, become,
oh, the prisoner I was.
And know all that has spoiled your heart.

He'll know it all!

He'll know all that has spoiled in your heart.

So hurry up and run,
to the one that you love,
and blind him with your kindness,
and he'll make war, oh war,
on who you were you before,
and claim all that has spoiled in your heart.
Yeah, he'll claim all that has spoiled in your heart.