Wasted Weekend - TV On The Radio

Corner with no headroom

First bedroom

First bed

Lookin' for warmth

From cold damn feather, late day

Lay dead

Strange love hangover

You’ll get over it

Tickin' time bomb

On the line of

It’s a lunatic’s growing fit

Now we’re shamed in the quietest fame

Tremble like the fire

Try to have the body of your indiscretion

You’ll just go with time

Minimal media

Is comin' through the roof

Lookin' for the point where the tree was wrapped in

Lookin' for the point of truth

And your dress

And your skin attests

They haven’t had to shave your ruse

Leaving me to bare this burden of truth

That’s why she stayed in that room

That’s why you backed down those stairs

Likeness fails and reflections fade

She made you medal history

Backfired, again

Now you know that love is blown

Now you understand love’s price

Try to pass it off on fate’s two hands

Try to blame it all on the stars

Staring all these pieces together

Stood up like desire

Just another wasted weekend

Rode the tide in the fire

Listen to the hail on you

Falling backward through their fight

That’s why she stayed in that room

That’s why he backed down those steps

Likeness fails and reflections fade

She made you medal history

Backfired, again