[Verse 1]
Sink the desperate dogs
On the blind [?]
Let them bitch and let them scratch
And let them relax
To the bitter tenderness
And [?] to the sinners end
Stowed away under the seats
Of the thrones of Oblivion
You assume...

[Chorus]
You assume the plane has crashed
And the lovers[?] are on its way
You assume it won't return
You assume too much

[Verse 2]
Pick the brains of the aging owls
Along the winding way down
Take them, drifters
Take them, delusions
And sink their doubts
To the belly of the Ohio River
And keep rowing as they're forgiven
Stowed away under the seats
Of the thrones of oblivion
You assume

[Chorus]
You assume the ship has wrecked
But lovers[?] are on its way
You assume it won't return
You assume too much

You assume too much