[Verse 1] Now you analyze
Take a breath and turn your back
Now you look me in the eyes
Sit me down and paint me black
What you wanted to find
All bound up inside your head
Oh you were just some old idea I had

[Verse 2] Now you're singing in the subway
Spilling onions from your mouth
Now you're lying in the hallway
Trying to sink into the ground
Telling stories to a screen
Making signals of yourself
Oh you were just some old idea I found

[Verse 3] Now you're diving to the depths
Of the rubble of a storm
Raise your hand up in a fist
Throw a chain across the door
Were you lying when you said
We would settle all these scores
Oh you were just some old idea I wore

[Verse 4] Now you're chasing after tyrants
Beating drums and throwing stones
Giving substance to the silence
Of your well-appointed home
Giving comfort to the guilty
With every well-intentioned blow
Oh you were just some old idea I know