Sewing a stitch in my right
Retouched and running all night
It’s just a twitch of the eye
That pent-up visceral fight
Living in hours too late
Collective consciousness weight
Last calls and long-lost restraint
In thrall and mouthing all the words

You look perfect
With your mouth open wide like you came
Don’t you know that?
You were made for this stage
And I wish that I could leave and I could come back
So I could be there in the day
Comeback, comeback

Distortion on my guitar
Scattering dust on the floor
There’s Francis coming along
Blonde hair and coke in the john
If Teri’s climbing the pole
Downstairs and changing the pulse
Then Marfred’s holding us all
In thrall with starlight with no words

You look perfect
With your mouth open wide like you came
Don’t you know that?
You were made for this stage
And I wish that I could leave and I could come back
So I could be there in the day
Comeback, comeback x3

Catching the rain at Royale
In line and shaking the cold
Messed up among the unknowns
Our Thursday best at the church of Michelle
How did it go?
Monira said with a joke
Well, of course I went home
Of course I misspoke
Shining the hours to gold
Unfolding mirrors in the dark
Preserving character arcs
In thrall and waiting for the words

Comeback, comeback, comeback

You look perfect
With your mouth open wide like you came
Don’t you know that?
You were made for this stage
And I wish that I could leave and I could come back
So I could be there in the day
Comeback x11