Lyrics of Figure eight

I'll gladly force my hands through hearts on nights like this when i've talked my way out of time and spent my life sleeping on idle threats. catch as catch can't. for a target covers more than a few lost hours and some more small debts. forward thinking through bad dreams of worse names and months of entertaining childish games. act your age or act alone. too many scars to put up with another glass house and toss errant stones. leaving one staisfies another. a key in lock mentality kills another history.