Watching the Wires - Hiss Golden Messenger

Then I became a singer

It’s strange to think about

I wanted to be heard, when you get down to it

There ain’t no money in that

Then I became a stranger

Living with this gun

I was afraid I would never grow old

Temptation wore me down

Watching the wires

Setting fires

I hate to run, but

I’m a gun for hire

Gimme one good reason

«Do it for the feeling»

I know what you say, but

I had to learn it the hard way

Oh, the running was murder

Baby, they were right

I drew a card that was full of swords

I never said I loved the light

So I did run like a river

Either that or blow my mind

Momma was afraid I would never grow old

I was afraid that I might

Watching the wires

Setting fires

I hate to run but

I’m a gun for fire

Gimme one good reason

«Do it for the feeling»

I know what you say but

I had to learn it the hard way

Maybe in the next lifetime

Maybe in the next frame

Maybe in the next valley

Somebody knows me