Consider me: martyr for the temple of your skin.
consider me stoned by the hands i've made.
so, why do i always come here? why do i always call?
In dirty little promises of new found glory,
you bleach the bones of a dead-end boy.
so, why do i always come here? why do i always call?
Discover some reason stuck inside of my dry mouth.
come cover the sound of a trembling heart.
tell me, why do i always come here? why do i always call? i call.
I will drown in your wishing well, star in your kiss and tell,
just let me know when it's over.
i will drown in your wishing well. i will star in your kiss and tell hell.
just let me know when it's over… am i over?
Carry me over, wash it all clean.
will you carry me over? lay me down in love-stained lemon sheets.
Chorus:
I'm walking on broken bottles. i am walking on broken glass.
i am walking on deep black water.
won't you come carry me, carry me, carry me…
carry me over.
carry me over.