lights go out on their own you see that love is a puddle thumbing through and nothing suits like the ladies on the news and alcohol words too slow words too slow relief relief is coming soon and one little word say so lay awake stains on my pillow lay awake stains on my pillow watch the door feels like home at least today and tomorrow calling out for a chance but no one buzzed with someone less an echo of words too slow words too slow relief relief is coming soon  and one little word say so lay awake stains on my pillow lay awake stains on my pillow