Suspended in Gaffa (Live at The Bowery Ballroom, March 7, 2008)

Out in the garden there's half of a heaven
 We're only bluffing
 We're not ones for busting through walls
 But they've told us
 Unless we can prove that we're doing it
 We can't have it all
 He's gonna wangle a way to get out of it
 She's an excuse
 And a witness who'll talk when he's called,
 But they've told us
 Unless we can prove that we're doing it
 We can't have it all
 We can't have it all
 I've got a glimpse of a god
 All shining and bright
 Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
 It all goes slow-mo
 I don't know why I'm crying
 Am I suspended in gaffa?
 Not till I'm ready for you
 Not till I'm ready for you
 Can I have it all?
 I try to get nearer
 But as it gets clearer
 There's something appears in the way
 It's a plank in me eye
 With a camel who's trying to get through it
 Am I doing it?
 Can I have it all now?
 I pull out the plank
 And say thank you for yanking me back
 To the fact that there's always something to distract
 But sometimes it's hard
 To know if I'm doing it right
 Can I have it all now?
 Can I have it all now?
 Can I have it all?
 I can't have it all
 We all have a dream... maybe.
 Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
 It all goes slow-mo
 I don't know why I'm crying
 Am I suspended in gaffa?
 Not till I'm ready for you
 Not till I'm ready for you
 Can I have it all
 I won't open boxes that I am told not to
 I'm not a Pandora
 I'm much more like the girl in the mirror,
 Between you and me
 She don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all
 Not anywhere at all
 No, not a thing
 She can't have it all
 But where are the angels?
 I'm scared of the changes
 Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
 It all goes slow-mo
 I don't know why I'm crying
 Am I suspended in gaffa?
 Not till I'm ready for you
 Not till I'm ready for you
 Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
 It all goes slow-mo
 I don't know why I'm crying
 Am I suspended in gaffa?
 Not till I'm ready for you
 Not till I'm ready for you
 Can I have it all now?