Slang for Alone

You've got something I want I think you know it Something that's heavy and charged On the tip of your tongue Another smaller hole to throw down the canyon You go in blind and come up behind it again Another step to the right And then you're off again Arrivals and departures Behind your eyes The grass is growing green on the lawns of your lovers You never give them the chance to grow dry underfoot You keep your hands to yourself and you say That you're all out of love You keep your arms to your sides and you tell me It's the wrong kind of love You press your lips into the speakers And tell me there's a secret If you want less of it You get more of it And waiting is just slang for alone So rip me up into shreds And build me up again Tear my clothes off Let them fade in the sun A broken egg that rots and runs in the gutter A yellow mess that's better left underground You keep your hands to yourself and you say That you're all out of love You keep your arms to your sides and you tell me It's the wrong kind of love You press your lips into the speakers And tell me there's a secret If you want less of it You get more of it And waiting is just slang for alone She closes the door and says Don't come any closer There's someone listening Behind the shades There's blood all over your back Like an army of razorblades Had tried to find another way in Had set up a camp underneath your skin So thread this film in the reel And play it to the end I'll be waiting Alone in the lobby Again You keep your hands to yourself and you say That you're all out of love You keep your arms to your sides and you tell me It's the wrong kind of love You press your lips into the speakers And tell me there's a secret If you want less of it You get more of it And waiting's just hiding Who are you fooling Waiting's just slang for alone