Candace

When I move forward, I take three steps back
Does the world turn on an axis or a track?

There's a time and a place for everything
I get seasonal depression in the spring
When the flowers come up from their beds
They'll be laughing despite the dead

In Canada, in an old forgotten shed
There's a little girl freezing to death
In LA, there's a businessman in bed
He's giving and getting head
Yeah, he's givin' and gettin' it

There's a time and a place for everything
There's the funeral dirge, there's the wedding ring
There's the way that you like to part your hair
There's the hey, hey, hey

There's the tone that you use with me in the dark
There's the noise that you make when you parallel park
There's the crippling fear that you've had from the start

And you still can't fake it, you still can't shake it
You still can't break the mold

It doesn't matter how you feel
It doesn't matter what is real
The best you can hope for anyone is a painless execution