Well I know,
I ain't spoken of love,
In a coon's age,
But I can't help it now,
Just helping myself to whatever I can.
Choose the softest kinda dove,
To chase around,
To place bound and stout,
In poses of elegance and loneliness,
Of cleanliness.
Silence all the clocks tonight,
Shows on with things to steal,
Here the sound,
I've got the vow,
To send you back home,
With pieces of your head.
Well I pace myself in marching,
Coz I'll tangle up my legs,
If I don't,
Step down,
And look at my woman,
Remember that everything is now,
Complete or completing.
Tada.
Science of all the shocks tonight,
No time but drinks to spill,
Here my mouth,
I've got the sound,
To send you back with a piece of my head.
Hiding all the folks tonight,
Show time with wins to thrill,
Here my wow,
I've got the town,
To fix you up with a piece of mind.
Oh God.
I wanna ask you do you,
Ever sit and wonder it's so strange,
That we could be in weather for so long,
And never know,
Never cared,
What goes on in the other one's head.
Things I've dealt but I'll never say,
You said things that I'll never may,
So, I'll say something that I couldn't say long ago.
You could've just,
Put me up on the table like a mannequin,
Cut out, cardboard standout and paint me,
Paint me anything,
With a face that you wanted me to,
Be seen with.
We're damned by,
The existential moment where,
We saw the couple in the coma and,
We weren't the cliches,
But we sang the songs anyway.
So sure I can close my eyes,
Yeah sure trace and memorize,
But can you go back once you know?
If I'm the person that you think I am,
Clueless chum you said you think I am,
So will you let astray,
A neighbour's dog,
Who occasionally escapes,
And needs a shorter leash,
Then,
Why the fuck would you want me back?
It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it,
Cause I know you'll only change it.
You don't know me at all.
What?.
Friday, October 17, 2008
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