On Top of the Colossus

I’m waiting for the train
Subway that only goes away

The stupid thing that’ll come to pull us apart
And make everybody late
You spent everything you had
Wanted everything to stop that bad…

Now I’m a cashed credit registered to Merein
Not the name that you called me with
You turned white like a saint
I’m tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint

Oh we’re so very precious, you and I
And everything you do makes me want to die
But I told the biggest lie…..
And unless I can wait it out, I will always sigh.

I talk to my ancestors, so I know where I’ve been,
And I talk to descendants, so I know where I’m going,
And I feel like I’m living, in a cage that I can’t see,
I found the lock, but I still can’t find the key.

So I sit, and I wait, for you to let me out,
And I hope you remember to make up,
When it’s over.

I won’t see the light from the hole that I will dig,
And I know that I’m older, but I feel the way I did,
Long ago!

So I sit, and I wait, for you to let me out,
And I hope you remember to make up,
When it’s over.

Stationed on the avenue, Selma and Vine,
Strung up and hollowed out alive,
I don’t want to lose you, petals turning white.

Young America, your’s name’s always on the wire,
Young America, go on, light yourself on fire. 

I never thought of you that way again,
One more disfigured perfect ten,
I don’t care who killed you, I just want you back. 

Young America, your’s name’s always on the wire,
Young America, go on, light yourself on fire.