He whispers in the phone, all lips and teeth and tongue
Sounds like his first kiss mixed with his first cigarette burn
Sometimes when its not raining, I ll burn down the diner
Sometimes I ll play the jukebox or watch it burn down to the vinyl

It s what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts
These are not my hands when they re in gloves
It s what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts
These are not my hands when they re in gloves
It s what somebody wants;
It s what somebody wants

I feel no remorse
Something s will run their course
But sometimes you go to make the way just to let the nature work
You can keep on crawling
I can keep on walking

It s what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts
These are not my hands when they re in gloves
It s what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts
These are not my hands when they re in gloves
It s what somebody wants;
It s what somebody wants

It s what they want
It s what they want

It s what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts
These are not my hands when they re in gloves
It s what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts
These are not my hands when they re in gloves
It s what somebody wants;
It s what somebody wants