1. Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I dont know R: Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates 2. Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says shes close to understanding jesus She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous R: Round here were carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here shes slipping through my hands