every spoken word was written on the wall you blew me a kiss as you hit the open door your back was what I saw as you hit the ground runnin you grabbed what you could get things you didn't even need what you leave, that you don't see one of them was me you flip a token in the turn-style lookin for a clean getaway all the questions that you're leavin no simple answers would resolve it hangs out in the open like clothes upon the line they may smell really fresh but the sun sets the spots what is it that's in store? can you put it out of sight? how does it all end up after the disillusionment if it doesn't mean a thing and the burden broke your back the arrow hits the target splittin it all in half