Let my spirit ride on a one way mule - blistered skin in a cold hearted pool. Distant emotion hides a concrete wall, naked and anchored I'll climb right back to you. Defect memories in a cage by my bed - viscid dreams stick to holes in my head. But a patient career of sleep in a Sunday dress rides my wake. And love me for my mind, cause I'm a dangerous heart; when I've got time to kill, I'm coming back to you. I'll stake out just to find the knife in a dangerous heart; when I've got time to kill, I'm coming back for you.