Running For Home — Matthew Good Band

They beam things into your head The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret

I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before it changed The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way

So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high

And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops workin' It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects Talking like it's a reflex

I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before in rough You should wait around awhile Cause you'r body's bound to turn up

So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high