The Only One

Please welcome to the Park Avenue CD stage, Manchester Orchestra I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy And I don't know what to do I am the only son of a pastor I know Who does the things I do But if it was you, then it'd be a different story Yeah, if I was you, then it'd be a simpler story I was amazed to the color and shapes that you drew It's a paper cut for two I am the only son of a bastard I know That knows the bastard too And if it was you, I don't think that it would matter Yeah, if I was you, I don't think that this would matter Oh, I bet you did what you did When you did it to do it again By the time you were done with it Well, I bet you did what you did when you did Just to tell every friend that you have that The Lord did it But the Lord did it And I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter She finally knew that she simply couldn't matter And I guess that it's true you never knew The passive power of the truth So cut me loose If I could write another phrase We might be better off this way But there's no use Oh, there's no use If I could write another phrase But I haven't written nothing in days 'Cause there's no use There's no use, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh And I finally knew you simply couldn't matter You finally knew that you simply couldn't matter I guess that it's true, you never knew The passive power of the truth So cut me loose If I could write another phrase We might be better off this way There's no use There's no use Thanks