The host of the show comes down 
to collapse on the ground 
and the crime scene revisits me 
this body shut down in Bordeaux 
and the shores of gold coast 
on the balcony I search for sleep 
the future has fallen short 
when the sun sets north 
and the clouds fall from the mirrored walls 

Words speak and choose 
make sense and lose 
capsize the tallest tale, but always fail 
words speak and choose, make sense and lose 
forfeit the tallest tale, I always will 

The host had his mouth sewn shut 
all in the name of trust 
when the blood goes thin, he's given in 
you can spare us the formal toast 
the drunken anecdotes 
from this day on... goes on and on... 

You know when he falls apart 
he listens in the dark to the records turn 
I'll never learn 

To set it down 
you'll set it down
you'll set it down