[00:13.59]Shouldering the blame[00:14.31]Walking into frame[00:14.70]Like a lighted silhouette, against a cotton sheet[00:42.48]You smile in the crease.[00:43.98]Tin can in hand, waiting for God to come around[00:53.94]But he never comes comes around, he never comes around.[01:04.65]Quite like a mouse, building up your house[01:23.58]Just pretend the town, leaving us the pieces...[01:29.55]Do they ever fit?[01:33.63]Tin can in hand, waiting for God to come around[01:51.90]But he never comes around, he never comes around.[01:59.91]Tin can in hand, waiting for God to come around,[02:16.35]But he never comes around, he never comes around.