Alternate Lyrics 1: Go to sleep little angel

Go to sleep sweet Elisabeth

Alternate Lyrics 2: Up on top of everything a little king anything

Got a place of mine to call my own

Well I'm inside of me again a small world all the same

And I'm alone

Step out the front door like a ghost

Into the fog where no one notices

The contrast of white on white

And in between the moon and you

The angels get a better view

Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

I walk in the air between the rain

Through myself and back again

Where? I don't know

Maria says she's dying

Through the door I here her crying

Why? I don't know

Round here we always stand up straight

Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand

She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis

She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets

The land

Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus

She parks her car outside of my house

Takes here clothes off

Says she's close to understanding Jesus

She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood

She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

Round here we're carving out out names

Round here we all look the same

Round here we talk just like lions

But we sacrifice like lambs

Round here she's slipping through my hands

Sleeping children better run like the wind

Out of the lightning dream

Mama's little baby better get herself in

Out of the lightning

She says "It's only in my head."

She says "Shhh�.I know it's only in my head."

But the girl on the car in the parking lot

Says: "Man you should try and take a shot

Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Alternate Lyrics: She takes her little hands out round my throat

She says "Tell me that you love me"

"You tell me that you love me"

"Tell me that you love me"

Then she looks up at the building

And says she's thinking of jumping

She says she's tired of life

She must be tired of something

Alternate Lyrics 1: She lives alone on her private archipelago

With here palm trees and her sea shells

She sits in the waves all day she's scared of dying

She wants to keep it that way

She sends a boat out on the sea with a little note for me

It says: "Why are the girls so hungry? Why are all the boys so lonely?"

Alternate Lyrics 2: I've been to Paris I've been to Rome

But still I sit here all alone

Just one more time through the mill just a another cheap fucking thrill

Come on say it just one more time through the mill I'm just another cheap fucking thrill

Just another cheap fucking thrill

Round here she's always on my mind

Round here I got lots of time

Round here we're never sent to bed early

Nobody makes us wait

Round here we stay up very very late