11 years of faking it   Same clothes, empty songs   Believing it like a most   Sing your blues and low life tunes      Make it sad, make it slow   Make it wet like a honeymoon   Said to make it sentimental   Lover man, come slow and gentle      11 years you kept me sunken   11 years you kept me under   11 years      11 years of faking it   From art to junk and Motown passions   Pull me up, buttercup   I'm coming home, the new blasphemer      So sad I sold the meaning   Sold the man and then I'm so damn seething   Make it sad and make it true   You're gonna send that love      11 years you kept me sunken   11 years you kept me under   11 years, what comes next now   11 years      The waves of gloom, they speak to me   I have no choice but to leave and breathe it   Make it slow and experimental   So that you can solve it      11 years you kept me sunken   11 years you kept me under   11 years, I've dug this trench now   11 years, what comes next now