she still wants to know what i still don t know to say when we go below all songs i should know go away we take the long road home but cut it short when all the soul falls out from the cold into words for you all that i can do songs too true break it into two i ll slip on a loop diamond in a soup to choke they cop a feel and fate takes the wheel a figure eight she still doesn t know what i still don t know to say when words dig a hole we are what what we stole and go away we take the long road home and cut it short 