Warehouse (Live at Central Park, New York, NY - September 2003)

See, I'm leaving

This warehouse frightens me

Has me tied up in knots

Can't rest for a moment

Soon I'm going

I'm slippin' slow away

Hoping to find something better than

I've got inside of here

And the warehouse slips away

Hey, reckless mind

Don't throw away your playful beginnings

You and I will fumble around

In the touches and be sure to

Leave all the lights on

So we can see the black cat changing colours

And we can walk under ladders

And swim as the tide turns you around and around

Hey, we have found

Becoming one in a million

Slip into the crowd

This question I found in a gap in the sidewalk

Keep all your sights on, hey

The black cat changing colours

And you can walk under ladders

And swim as the tide choose to turn you 'round

But I say life goes on

End of tunnel, T.V. set

Spot in the middle

Static fade, statistical bit

Soon, I'll fade away, I'll fade away

But this I admit

Tastes so good, hard to believe an end to it

Smell, touch, feel

How could this rhythm ever quit?

Bags packed on a plane

Hopefully to Heaven, yeah

Shut up, I'm thinking

I had a clue, now it's gone forever

Sitting over these bones

You can read in whatever you're needing to

Keep all your sights on

Yeah, man, the black cat changing colours

When it's not the colours that matter

But that they'll all fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah

Life, life goes on

End of tunnel, T.V. set

Spot in the middle

Static fade, statistical bit

Soon I'll fade away, I'll fade away

This I admit seems so good

Hard to believe an end to it

Warehouse is bare

Nothing at all inside of it

The walls and halls have disappeared

They've disappeared, yeah

Oh, I'd love to stay, yeah

Oh, I'd love to stay, yeah

Oh, I'd love to stay, yeah

Oh, I'd love to stay, yeah

In a corner was wondering

If a change could be better than this

Oh, and then I worry

Maybe things won't be better than they have been

Here in the warehouse

In the warehouse

In the warehouse

Oh, how I'd love to stay here

At the warehouse

Every man and woman, get alive

That's our blood down there

Seems poured from the hands of angels

But trickle into the ground

Leaves the warehouse bare and empty

And my heart's numbered beat

Still echo in this empty room

And fear wells in me

But nothing seems enough to defend

So I am going away, I am going away

I'm not giving in