Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Crank it up for me
Better open your eyes
Uncover your ears
You might notice something
Because of all of your lies
Over your years
You've been missing something
You've been missing something
Lost forever
Gone for good
And there's nothing you can do
It comes together
As it should
And in the end it's only you
Standing alone, taking it in
Not sure how to end or how to begin
Here in the deadlights
There's so many hands
Reaching out to touch you
Here in the deadlights
In no man's land
Stretches out before you
When the feeling goes away
And you're left with nothing
Everything you think to say
Doesn't matter anymore
Nothing matters anymore
In a stale and musty room
When you're old and no one cares
Underneath fluorescent plume
Only cold and vacant stares
All an illusion, all of the time
Everything perfectly all in a line
Here in the deadlights
There's so many hands
Reaching out to touch you
Here in the deadlights
In no man's land
Stretches out before you
And by hoof or by foot
And the ash and the soot
And by hook or by crook
The dead wood that I took
And the way that she shook
Live your life by the book
Take a knife, take a bite
And I could and I might
If only to spite
If only to spite
If only to spite
Here in the deadlights
There's so many hands
Reaching out to touch you
Here in the deadlights
In no man's land
Stretches out before you
Here in the deadlights
There's so many hands
Reaching out to touch you
Here in the deadlights
In no man's land
Stretches out before you