Fugazi — Provisional

Somewhere in these private minds The last one comes just in time to Clear out the chambers, sew up the lips That's the price to pay for hoping Every slip's not a slide In other words, not to get it wrong Pointless to walk when it's past time to run Secure under the weight of watchful eyes Lulled to sleep under clear, expansive skies Somewhere in these prying hearts Competing histories tear us apart We hope we won't get what we deserve Hide behind the targets in front of All the people we serve Somewhere in these private minds The last one comes just in time to Clear out the chambers, sew up the lips That's the price to pay for hoping Every slip's not a slide