Back-pedal like it does something
Chains winding through a breeze that's fast and low
I'm making a bold decision
I'm making a deal with someone cold
They might've said "trust no one"
Or they might've said "safe journey home"
And you still rely on that store-bought home
There's still time, maybe they need you
There's still time, maybe they need your words
To leave your trembling mouth
A city sky is filling with them now
Like some kind of premonition, I can feel my heartbeat slowing down
And you still rely on that store-bought home
Every time I'm stepping forward
Every time I leave a little bare
But it's not like it's a puzzle
That would serve to get us anywhere
Do you like this phony better?
This thoughtful pause and wistful stare?
And you still rely on that store-bought home
Back-pedal like it does something
Chains winding through a breeze that's fast and low
I'm making a bold decision
I'm making a deal with someone cold
They might've said "trust no one"
Or they might've said "safe journey home"
And they might not believe us
And the lies we've tried to rehearse
But we'll take them over stale words
And store-bought hope