Transmissions From A Lonely Room — Stone Temple Pilots

Miles above your circumstance

Theres water on your mind

Ive wrestled with convictions

And Ive settled with the tide

Its more or less uncertainty

But still you play the game

A pedicure wont change the score

But all of this will fade

So low, better get on

Everythings stopped (down)

So slow, better get on

Everythings slowed down

Take a bath with consecrated water

From the shrine

And wash away the mud of all the

Miles you left behind

Triplicates and wedding rings

Both lethal to obtain

So batten down the credit cards

The devils in the den

Sitar, guitar: robert

Percussion: brendan