The Wrongest Thing In Town (The Electric Soft Parade)

Lock the door and keep the key Your broken language could never sway me You must be invisible You must be on your knees Pick emotions from a tree There are places that I'd rather be I don't need broken theories Don't need out of line beginnings In time Running through the finish line I'm not the only one who can help I'm down With the wrongest thing in town But I won't end up by myself Twenty-five and wide awake One good reason to have what it takes I can settle on this flight To winter in the summertime Lock the door and keep the key There are places that I'd rather be You must be invisible You must be on your kness In time Running through the finish line I'm not the only one who can help I'm down With the wrongest thing in town But I won't end up by myself