Consider me: Martyr for the temple of your skin.
Consider me stoned by the hands I've made.
So, why do I always come here? Why do I always call?
In dirty little promises of new found glory,
You bleach the bones of a dead-end boy.
So, why do I always come here? Why do I always call?
Discover some reason stuck inside of my dry mouth.
Come cover the sound of a trembling heart.
Tell me, why do I always come here? Why do I always call? I call.
I will drown in your wishing well, star in your kiss and tell,
Just let me know when it's over.
I will drown in your wishing well. I will star in your kiss and tell hell.
Just let me know when it's over… am I over?
Carry me over, wash it all clean.
Will you carry me over? Lay me down in love-stained lemon sheets.
CHORUS:
I'm walking on broken bottles. I am walking on broken glass.
I am walking on deep black water.
Won't you come carry me, carry me, carry me…
Carry me over.
Carry me over.
