The

fos-

sils

of

my

foot-

steps

will

be

un-

earthed

At

a

far

off

date

un-

known

Im-

pressed

in

con-

crete

from

walk-

ing

home

a-

lone

Af-

ter

walk-

ing

you

home

And

the

mops

of

grea-

sy

hair

Will

ro-

man-

ti-

cize

my

des-

pair

But

they

won't

know

That

I

did-

n't

care

I

like

the

si-

lence

I

like

the

emp-

ty

streets

Crawl

down

'em

on

hands

and

knees

in

a

heart-

beat

If

I

had

to

I

owe

'em

that

at

the

ve-

ry

least

The

map

had

fa-

ded

out,

but

I

could

have

sworn

I

no-

ted

eve-

ry

stride

I

guess

the

rain

hit

Be-

fore

the

ink

could

dry

And

where

I

thought

I'd

be

Was

not

what

I

per-

ceived

As-

sess-

ing

the

prog-

ress

From

be-

neath

your

sheets

That's

why

I

need

the

si-

lence

I

need

the

emp-

ty

streets

Just

as

bad

as

they

don't

need

me

It's

a

sick,

sad

sham

of

a

ma-

rriage

But

it's

all

there

is

It's

all

I

need

I

can

be

eve-

ry-

thing

you

need

If

you

make

me

I

can

be

eve-

ry

crack

in

your

con-

crete

If

you

let

me

off

ea-

sy

I

can

be

eas-

i-

ly

de-

ceived

If

you

want

that

But

you

are

the

em-

ber

of

my

heart

Whe-

ther

you

like

that

or

not