Verse 1 (Eve 6 "Inside Out" style: Smooth, syncopated, melodic but deeply bitter pop-rock rhythm) I burn the letters that you never even read A million clever things I wish I would have said You look so perfect in your calculated poise While I’m just swallowing the static and the noise And I am spinning in a beautiful oblivion, it’s true Just a casualty of everything I thought I knew about you. Pre-Chorus (Brand New "Tommy Gun" style: Single guitar chords ringing out, vocals dripping with arrogant, theatrical spite) And this is the part where you say that you're sorry, And this is the part where I pretend to believe. Yeah, I’ve got a mouth like a weapon but my hands are clean, The most popular tragedy that you’ve ever seen. I am heaven-sent, don't you dare forget, I'm the bullet in the chamber that you're gonna regret. Chorus (Modest Mouse "Ocean Breathes Salty" style: Suddenly wide open, shimmering but frantic guitars, vocals shifting to a strained, existential shout) WELL, THE OCEAN BREEZE IS SALTY AND IT’S WASHING US AWAY! YOU SPENT A LIFETIME THINKING OF THE THINGS YOU OUGHT TO SAY! And your skin is getting older while you're staring at the sky, Did you notice that the water's getting high?! Well, for your sake, I hope there’s something after you die! Verse 2 (Eve 6 / Modest Mouse blend: Funky, bouncing bassline with angular guitar scratches) You like to think you are a puzzle with a piece missing I think you're just a bad actor who forgot his blocking We’re sitting pretty in the wreckage of a coastal town Just two pretentious little kids pretending that we drowned And the tide comes in to sweep the boardwalk clean, Of the ugliest romance the Atlantic's ever seen. Bridge (Brand New style dynamic shift: Starts hushed and sinister, builds to an absolute breakdown) (Quietly, just a pulsing bass) You're a master of suspense, a cinematic fraud. You're an atheist who's praying to a television god. (Building up, guitars starting to feedback) And I believe my tommy gun, but I don't believe your face. Yeah, I believe my tommy gun, we’re gonna clear this place. (Screaming) WE’RE GONNA CLEAR THIS PLACE! YOUR TIME IS UP! YOUR TIME IS UP! Chorus (Full explosion, all three styles crashing together in a wall of sound) WELL, THE OCEAN BREEZE IS SALTY AND IT’S WASHING US AWAY! YOU SPENT A LIFETIME THINKING OF THE THINGS YOU OUGHT TO SAY! And your skin is getting older while you're staring at the sky, Did you notice that the water's getting high?! Well, for your sake, I hope there’s something after you die! Outro (Modest Mouse style: Guitar lines bending and weeping, vocals repeating and fading out) Yeah, for your sake... Hope there's something after you die. The ocean breathes salty. We missed the exit anyway. (A final, sharp drum hit cuts off the guitar feedback)
