When you're far from home I do believe it's fair To use a public bathroom mirror to cut your hair In a cheap Southampton diner I am both Samson and Delilah As I chain myself to the pillars of Nowhere
When I walk back to the booth where I was sat With my transformation hidden 'neath my hat That's when suddenly it strikes me All the lonely pilgrims like me Form a tribe of travelers scattered 'cross the map
So let's defy the distance here to there Let's write each other postcards and call that prayer Let's congregate in a place that isn't anywhere At the temple of broken dreams
You're a collection of the shards that you can save We're all destined for perfection in the grave Until then when struggle ceases We're just juggling the pieces Like the waitress with too many empty plates
We work so hard trying to keep whole and aligned The human heart that starts out broken by design If we ever did defeat this Fundamental incompleteness There'd be no more love or care or space or time
So let's defy the distance here to there Let's write each other postcards and call that prayer Let's meet up in a place that isn't anywhere At the temple of broken dreams
So I'm back at the wheel of my Chevy shrine I can feel all of your dreams mingling with mine Just because those dreams are shattered Doesn't mean that they can't matter We'll arrange them in mosaic over time
Now the future's looking rough and so's the past Luckily the present moment's where we're trapped We're all losers, we're all gamblers We're all bugs frozen in amber Small eternities that never seem to last
So let's organize our lives around love and care Let's write each other letters and call it prayer Let's meet up in a place that isn't anywhere At the temple of broken dreams Ah, at the temple of broken dreams Yes, at the temple of broken dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.