No Help Pamphlet - Liars

Pieces of things that we can’t figure out

Piles of clothes that we never wear

Maybe insane but we never shared a doubt

Waiting right there for the fair

Worried we’re counting on Marilyn’s looks alone

It’s a boundary

That we’re bound to cross

It’s a boundary

That we’re bound to cross

People are strings that we never untie

Walk in reverse so we’re always there

Try to explain but the train never stops for us

Banging on drums in the heat

It’s a boundary

That we’re bound to cross

It’s a boundary

That we’re bound to cross

When I wake up

I will take a part in it

I will take the benefit

It’s a boundary

That we’re bound to cross

It’s a boundary

That we’re bound to cross

Was that kinda close?