Replica

Well maybe i will
Maybe i won`t
When i`m done with the thrill
When i finally come home
But that`s a long way home that is
When i finally come away from all the sinking ships
I´m tired of trying

It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter

She`s a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows i`m stepping inside of bliss
She`s a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this

Well maybe i will
Maybe i won`t
If i`m losing my step
Will you carry me home
But that`s a long way home that is
Can i finally walk away from all the sinking ships
Oh baby i`m trying

It could take a long time
To forget that colour of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter

She`s a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows i´m stepping inside of bliss
She`s a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this

But its got blood
Not your blood
It`s that blood on your hands
Well your friends
Are your friends
Or your biggest fans
So pin that letter
Pin that letter
Pin that letter to your chest
I confess
I confess
I confess
Bring it back and cut it loose
Put it on like all the rest
You tell them lies
I`ll tell them truths
I confess
I confess

She`s a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows i`m stepping inside of bliss
She`s a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this

She`s a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows i`m stepping inside of bliss
She`s a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of