Purloined

You got solitude, and gray skies too, a fire in your eye
But you're still lonely and asleep just like the last time

You got stolen dreams, broken schemes
You're still just one string shy
Crystal words and painted birds don't help at all

Is there any chance
We could've known better?
Tell tale heart
And the purloined letter

Is there a chance
We could've known from the start?
The stolen note was torn apart

You've got everything, the diamond ring
Some fine time left to die
So listen closely to you're own sweet talk of mine

You've got magazines, distorted scenes
Stained with what remains
Behind the freedom that you had

Is there a chance
We could've known better?
Tell tale hearts
And the purloined letter

Is there a chance
We could've made it from the start?
The stolen note was torn apart

You're working hard on your conversation

You got a parachute, an escape route
There's a fire in the sky
You're on the street, nearly complete
But still bone dry

You got sweet caffeine, the subway scenes
Fine tuned indications
Of the the seasons that you've lived

Work on your conversation
Trying to make a sensation
Out of nothing