[Part One]
Tell me you want me to think
You can lead me to water you can make me drink
I trust you if you say it's good
You wouldn't hurt me and I don't think you could
Tell me what I don't need to keep
I over-packed and the sidewalk is steep
To your cathedral at the top of Nob Hill
It makes me tired and dear it always will

Tell me why I haven't been healed
I haven't changed and nothings been revealed
And what's in the blood of the way and the light
That takes my sin Sunday morning and
And makes me drunk at night

Tell me that I'm more than a dream
A golden haired prize you failed to redeem
Don't tell me that you've always known
That I'd wake up first, and you'd wake up alone

[Part Two]
The sweet young man
Goes walking down the street wiping blood off his hands
And it doesn't look good but he does what he can
To erase the signs
Of the nightmare he faced at the scene of the crime
She snuck up behind him
As he knelt by her victim
She whispered I knew you'd come
But there's nothing to be done
And if I were you I'd run
Cause no one cares
About what you felt
When they see any signs of guilt
You kissed its face
You held its hand
You always were a sweet young man
He's still a mess
So he hires a car
To take him to the fountain at Balboa park
Where he used to play
When he was young