Tekster: Scapegoat. Let Our Violins Be Heard. Precious Of Principle.

I?m here to tell you that I want you to know That left in your wake this is the boat I now row A boat that was built on the most precious of principle As trite as I?m true in all that I do I row forward for you As I have my faults, so have you yours Your affection found sanction at inconsistencies door And through blaming myself, I?ve found I?m worth so much more A kingdom less throne unto my own I row forward alone For you As trite as I?m true I never thought that re-remembering me would mean remembering you I?m tragically left concave From a love that could be a best seller From a love that could be one of the best A chromatic indulgence, an atomic release A peace, a voice to further the chrysalis inside, the love I have inside But I?ve seen her face behind every wall we climbed And these mistakes are the waves that I now ride That I must ride to the crash As trite as I?m true I never thought that re-remembering me would mean remembering you I?m tragically left concave From a love that could be a best seller From a love that could be one of the best From a love that could be a best seller From a love that could rise above the rest Can we run? Resetting the stage, that?s what you came for Resetting the stage, now get what you came for Go and run and get what you came for Now did you get what you came for? As trite as I?m true