Released: May 13, 2003

Songwriter: Tony Fredianelli Stephan Jenkins

Producer: Arion Salazar Stephan Jenkins

[Verse 1: Stephan Jenkins]
Just give me a call when you feel better
But you never do and I'm just another debtor
To some palm reader
Who's got her hands mixed up
Palm reader's breath smells of brandy and cigarettes
As she sells me sweet forgets
She needs something to get her through
She runs a scam like me and you
Oh yeah, me and you

[Verse 2: Stephan Jenkins]
Freud said that love was a good psychosis
But I don't know, I've had too many doses
He's a creep and we all know that
He probably made it up

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Believe in me and this lie
Tell me everything will be all right
'Cause it's so good to believe
But you turn my hope into a weapon

[Verse 3: Stephan Jenkins]
I kept your sweater 'til the scent was gone
Wrapped up in my hands when the days were long
But I'm still sniffing
I walk alone in the concrete with the living
Where pigeons fly 'til they gather 'round the fallen ones
They don't know why, neither do I
Neither do I, neither do I, neither do I

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Believe in me and this lie
Tell me everything will be alright
'Cause it's so good to believe
We could turn it all around in a night
'Cause it's so good to believe
But don't turn my hope into a weapon

But don't turn my hope into a weapon

[Guitar Solo: Tony Fredianelli]

[Verse 4: Stephan Jenkins]
There's no one to trust except maybe the two of us
But that's in the past, the place where I'm living
Haunted by broken dreams
I read horoscopes in magazines
Especially yours in the sign of a leo
The regal ones but man, you let your claws show
Oh it's so slow, when will they let me go?
Let me know, let me go, let me know

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Believe in me and this lie
Tell me everything will be all right
'Cause it's so good to believe
We could turn it all around in a night
You and I
Yeah it's so good
But don't turn my hope into a weapon
Yeah
Turn my hope into a weapon

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind from San Francisco Mission District Mostly guitars with other things knocking around Riffs and deep beats Lyrics are expanded in a kinda hip hop way That wrong thing you’re not supposed to say- we say it Black on Black pretty much from the beginning It took us so long to get things this way but it really feels like we are underway now Jacked on coffee we are a fabulously disorganized bunch We seek impact with friends try to surf whenever we can dirty jokes looking out for each other we have eyes and a voice so no surprise when we speak the fuck up We care about shit No sequencers no backing tracks not a DJ group We believe in the gathering power of music Guess you could say we are a motherfucking rock band Born in shadow, made of lions, loud as fuck