Provisional - Fugazi

Somewhere in these private minds

The last one comes

Just in time to

Clear out the chambers

Sew up the lips

That's the price to pay

For hoping every slip's not a slide

In other words not to get it wrong

Pointless to walk when it's past time to run

Secured under the weight of

Watchful eyes

Lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies

Somewhere in these prying hearts

Conflicting histories tear us apart

We hope we won't get what we deserve

Hide behind the targets in front of all the people

We serve

Somewhere in these private minds

The last one comes

Just in time to

Clear out the chambers

Sew up the lips

That's the price to pay

For hoping every slip's not a slide