♪ The optimist ♪ ♪ Swears hope dies last ♪ ♪ And shoots the lamplight clean ♪ ♪ From the brakeman’s hand ♪ ♪ It’s always the darkest ♪ ♪ Right before the end ♪ ♪ And you could say ♪ ♪ That no one here really believes ♪ ♪ In the future ♪ ♪ In perfection ♪ ♪ That things aren’t what they seem ♪ ♪ Like a sucker with a scratcher ♪ ♪ Like a fuck-up with a dream ♪ ♪ Stabbing at the ashtray ♪ ♪ Like it might give up the truth ♪ ♪ Like it might finally confess ♪ ♪ Who else you’re nearly faithful to ♪ ♪ Stay young ♪ ♪ Get numb ♪ ♪ Keep dreaming ♪ ♪ Screamland ♪ ♪ Pick me up and drove ♪ ♪ By the light of the moon ♪ ♪ Four hours to the desert ♪ ♪ From the drawing room ♪ ♪ This year’s wine tasted suspicious ♪ ♪ But just enough like love ♪ ♪ God must be with the outcasts ♪ ♪ ‘Cause when I call, you come ♪ ♪ And at this late hour ♪ ♪ Won’t have to beg mercy for defeat ♪ ♪ Just drop your hands the way love taught you ♪ ♪ Ash white and voodoo ♪ ♪ Deathless as a weed ♪ ♪ Since I lied to keep you ♪ ♪ I’m starting to feel ♪ ♪ Like how long can you love someone ♪ ♪ For the weakness they conceal ♪ ♪ Stay young ♪ ♪ Get numb ♪ ♪ Keep dreaming ♪ ♪ Screamland ♪ ♪ Love must find a way ♪ ♪ Love must find a way ♪ ♪ After every desperate measure ♪ ♪ Just a miracle will take ♪ ♪ Love must find a way ♪ ♪ Love must find a way ♪ ♪ After every desperate measure ♪ ♪ Just a miracle will take ♪ ♪ Roll the stone away ♪ ♪ I want to go ♪ ♪ Where everyone is perfect ♪ ♪ Beneath their robes ♪ ♪ Honey, take me down ♪ ♪ To the water’s edge ♪ ♪ Mama said that we ♪ ♪ Could get my hip brace wet ♪ ♪ Maybe we are living ♪ ♪ In a state of grace returned ♪ ♪ Maybe faith like this ♪ ♪ Has at least one practitioner ♪ ♪ Rings up to the knuckles ♪ ♪ Sutures in the bath ♪ ♪ Here lie the born losers ♪ ♪ God won’t take them back ♪ ♪ Stay young ♪ ♪ Get numb ♪ ♪ Keep dreaming ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ Screamland ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ Keep dreaming ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ Screamland ♪ ♪ Screamland ♪ ♪ Screamland ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ Screamland ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, no ♪ ♪ Screamland ♪