Matthew Good Band Follow

The beam thing's into your head

The ghosts of your pleasure and contempt

When we were liars things were seamless

When we were wired the world was like a secret

I close my eyes now and I scream

I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeemin'

I saw your face before it changed

The gun, it makes you look nicer in a bad way

So low for how high

It's too late tonight

And I'm sure you're right

So low for how high

And after this there's just the circus

And every morning your carnie heart stops workin'

It gets tight in there sometimes

Looking for those defects, talking like it's a reflex

I close my mouth now and I scream

I open the door and there's nothing left redeemin'

I saw your face before

You should wait around awhile

'Cause your body's bound to turn up

So low for how high

It's too late tonight

And I'm sure you're right

So low for how high

So low for how high