Tomorrow is Perfect

You probably won't remember
The way the sky burned
It was a cold December
When the millennium turned
Another deathly shiver
From your restless phone
You shot your mouth through silver
You'd bled your gums to the bone

And there's a house on the water
Made of teeth and sand
An unfriendly doctor
An unhealing hand
An unequal spirit
A lucky gamble
Moved through the swollen city
On a downer, on a downer
On a downer, on a downer
On a downer

Look at the boats on the river
Up in your tower
And trace the picture the circus described
The steady hand of the stadium lights
Look through the leaves of the willow
Across the ice and the stone
Well, I know your window
You've got the red light bulb
You've got the red light bulb
You've got the red light bullb
You've got the red light bullb
You've got the red light bulb

The way the fangs of the hound look
Inside the mouth of the storm
The sinner speaks the loudest, as usual
The inner beast conforms
You had a history of heartbreak
The brutal bridge of betrayal
And life moves so fast these days
You never get, you never get to just be alone
To just be alone
To just be alone
To just be alone
To just be alone