Do You Really Want to Go There?

It’s hidden in the coil of the clouds, somewhere in the corners of our phones
It’s torn at the edges of the tattered photographs and in the long-buried bones
I took the lion’s share of the spoils and all the things that were offered to me
But you never pay such a high, high price as for the things you were told were for free
Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to go there?
You want us both to stare into the sun
To see who is the one that blinks the first
Do you really want to go there?
I close my eyes, and I count to ten, I hold my tongue and then I count again

Now the silences are long and loaded and detonation is near
And the cornered animal will cower or attack when all it can feel is fear
Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to go there?
You want us both to stare into the sun
To see who is the one that blinks the first
You want us both to stare into the sun
To see who is the one that blinks the first
Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to go there?
Do you really want to go there?