I shot a DJ late last night
The blood spattered became a Pollock in his booth
I flee through an unlit corridor
And my indieheart beats and beats and beats
I stand there at the airport and wait for the feeling
A man on a ledge, an ice-cold Michael Caine
And all who loved you have hated me for fear
That I will see them as victims at Palace & Main
I shoot everything before me
Like Robin Wright-Penn does in State of Grace
You have everything I said on tape
So you believe you have a future without me
I stand there at the airport and wait for the feeling
A man on a ledge, disguised as Michael Caine
And all who loved you have hated me for fear
That I will see them as victims at Palace & Main
I stand there at the airport and wait for the feeling
A man on a ledge, an ice-cold Michael Caine
And all who loved you will learn to wait
My plan is to wait, yes I wait, at Palace & Main