Miracle Mile

<br>I`m ready to blow<br>It`s not my fault<br>Don`t waste a four-leaf clover<br>Good happens to the owner<br>Just wait, when the leaves fall<br>They go below your faults<br>Now you`re just boring me to death<br>I`ve got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my head<br>I`ve gotta bury them blind and then control what they find<br>I`m hanging on a thread<br>You know I`m ready to blow like I`ve told you I would<br>Out of nothing you find your own authority<br>Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings<br>I`m flying solo, I`m falling so low, where do we go<br>Out of nothing you find your own authority<br>Forbidden honor will go as far as atrophy<br>I`m flying solo<br>I`ll go<br>Now you`re just boring me to death<br>I`ve got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest)<br>I`ve got to make up my mind and try to make up some time<br>I`m hanging on a thread<br>You know I`m ready to blow, but not quite yet<br>You know I`m ready to fold, can`t count my cards yet<br>You know I`m ready to forget all we`ve been through<br>You know I`m ready for you<br>The shaken are desperate for new sounds on old ground<br>To bury reflections,<br>infections from strong hands in weak glands<br>And when they`re awakened their vision will fade<br>It aint a bit of my fault<br>I`m gonna miss her