Big Talk

Lyrics

Well, maybe I will. maybe I won’t
When I’m done with the thrill
When I finally come home

But that’s a long way,
Home that is
When I finally come away from all the sinking ships

I’m tired of trying

It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter

She’s a replica, an imitation of
My conscience sank, she knows, I’m stepping inside of bliss
She’s a replica, another image of
No patron saints, not one, no one to trust outside of this

Well, maybe I will. maybe I won’t
If I’m losing my step
Will you carry me home?

But that’s a long way,
Home that is
Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships?

Oh babe, I’m trying

It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter

She’s a replica, an imitation of
My conscience sank, she knows, I’m stepping inside of bliss
She’s a replica, another image of
No patron saints, not one, no one to trust outside of this

But it’s got blood, not your blood
It’s their blood on your hands
We’re your friends, we’re your friends
We’re your biggest fan
Pen that letter, pen the letter, pin the letter to your chest
I confess, I confess, I confess…
Bring it back and cut it loose
Put it all back on arrest
We’ll tell them lies, we’ll tell ‘em truth
I confess, I confess

She’s a replica, an imitation of
My conscience sank, she knows, I’m stepping inside of bliss
She’s a replica, another image of
No patron saints, not one, no one to trust outside of..