It's not necessary,
to curse the cross I carry when you bury me in a blanket of your tears
That's not compromising
you're busy disguising all the guts you spill with a bucket of your tears
It's not Chinese braille
It's not Chinese braille
It's not Chinese braille but you still can't understand
It's not trying to stay out
It's not trying to stay in
I'm not trying to do what you tell me not to.
No I haven't drowned yet
But I'm soaking wet and getting wetter wading in the thick of all your tears
Draw the curtains tightly
Burn our burdens brightly we can celebrate now that you've turned off your tears
It's not Chinese braille
It's not Chinese braille
It's not Chinese braille but you still don't understand
It's not trying to stay out
It's not trying to stay in
I'm not trying to do what you tell me not to do.
It's not overrated,
but it's lost some of its appeal for me this time around
When you want there's some room in the meadow
Where it's dry you can cry so the grass grows
In a while I can hide and you can't find me
