You Won't - Old Idea Lyrics

Old Idea

now you analyze take a breath and turn your back
now you look me in the eyes sit me down and paint me black
what you wanted to find all bound up inside your head oh you were just some old idea i had

now you're singing in the subway spilling onions from your mouth
now you're lying in the hallway trying to sink into the ground
telling stories to a screen making signals of yourself
oh you were just some old idea i found

now you're diving to the depths of the rubble of a storm
raise your hand up in a fist throw a chain across the door
were you lying when you said we would settle all these scores
oh you were just some old idea i wore

now you're chasing after tyrants beating drums and throwing stones
giving substance to the silence of your well-appointed home
giving comfort to the guilty with every well-intentioned blow
oh you were just some old idea i know