( Instrumental )
I stood inside your pool in some palm setting reel A picture on a screen there sat you and me And i comb the wire for a lock of papier-mache I build
These bloated veins have climbed Hillsides and airlines Looking for a limb to reside This eager scheme has turned Lathered up your bottled smile But the
I croon like a lumber crane Sank quick inside your snare Her fellow steps across my head I'm her colt and she's my mare Dense falls across my face
Why is this delight Excused as nothing? Is this the vigor A vast decay? This ugly state I shall not answer This nausea I delve to slain This
This state it cannot be sound For seeing through The day with fresh eyes Try to lick these bits Back into place These tanks bore there wintry weight
You fiend, you friend, you confidant You hold me against my will I scurry and scant this hectic step You climb adrift this boorish racket This wire
The hover is ajar My worth has fled Be certain of this empty tray Do we maintain that there is no one For me to ring This stale sight of you Your
There goes your mother and her plague What a terrible display Of a charcoaled tongue That wouldn't lend a hand Though this dead was a thoughtless
He throws a blanket over the sun He closes out everyone While she prays, "Don't let him take me. There must be a better way." You will come to me in
Shade calls the bone marrow she left a stage so bare And everyone clapped to see you rise so gracefully What a fright on such a beautiful night The
I'm never gonna live in that room with you Weathered from seeing the upside Choking on my own smile I float around with my heavy crown Grease the
What could hinder this haste Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain In all this muzzled distaste I brush the vial hoping to misplace Cover me
There goes your body in a box That is all i have left Now this odor lines my shaking bed There's no order to you Come with me you dirty wretch
Air dives from your reach You cover your mouth Hoard your lovely breath For which not to speak You're always sweet In the darkest days
This frost you stand in It draws on wobbled legs This sway is stabled I gnaw through your gate You sort what i bend You jar me for relief This canter
He's a man of the grain Wears his robe of burly pain Bowls the town for alcohol Chewed up his name and he sold it all Perched it up for sale He turned
Your eyes Tarnished gold So crystallized And wise You stood Just like A tender child Whenever you stumble by Your smile Familiar eyes You disturb my