Letra de The Errors (Live in Chicago 28 June 2017)
Hand me the heart that rules my tongue Deflate the air that fills my lungs Point out the joke that I've become Clarify the error of my wayCount the convictions one by one Criticise the line that I just sang Why not place the bullet in my gun? Clarify the error of my ways againSo there's no need for metaphor Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds Now in a room full of ignorance And the debris of consequence Eden redesignedSo there's no need for metaphor Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds Now in a room full of ignorance And the debris of consequence Eden redesignedHate or just post-modern irony? Thinly veiling the jealously Failure left behindPraised as you play to the gallery Hailed as the saviour of losers, deaf and blind