Hey babe. So you're alive. But it's 8 now and we said 5. Nothing, no. That's a lie because it's happened too many times. You're too concerned with the shift of your weight from one foot to another now. To remember I'm more than a number you crunch just to make some more sense of you guilt.

Don't give me your lines about all my faults at the heart of your crimes. I won't try as you might let it look like I fell on my own knife.

When I think of all of the things that you said. Your sly contradictions, your face I see red. So earnest so much more mature, rational, logical, talking up there on your pedestal. Passion converting intention perversely. The mistakes do accumulate. When you betray, your love mutates. Hand in the honey jar, everything sticks to you. Honey you look stupid when you lie.

Don't give me your lines about all of my faults at the heart of your crimes. I won't try as you might make it look like I fell on my own knife

You must be some kind of freak. There's a mirror now go take a peak. Move to your pockets and reach, grab with both hands you wages of the weak. But don't give me your lines about all of my faults at the heart of your crimes.

I'm not here but you're not blind. I'm a case of flesh with no cargo inside. Me fake groom, you fake bride. Do we stay 'cause we already paid to ride. Or do we hang around to see what happens next. Like a deer at night when light stiffens his legs. Or do we not know ourselves unless we beg? Don't waste your time waking the dead.

I'm not here. I resigned. Any offer made I will decline. You shout "clear" and I flat-line. Did you know you were the last thing on my mind? If you came to wake the dead you came too late. Did you not read the sign upon the gate that says "go bother somebody else"?

Make believe that I don't lie. Sell it to someone who just might buy. Make it seem that you are right. Be worth more than your currency tonight. If you came to wake the dead you came too late. Did you not read the sign upon the gate that says "go bother somebody else"?

Will you take this man to be your dawn and setting sun? Well I saw you smile and it took a while but I slowly came undone. Feel it in the things I say, don't know myself at all. Haven't felt this way, you light up my day, pick me up when I fall.

And there are so many things about you

Something's wrong when I get home long after sun is set. If you terrorise then it's no surprise that lies is all you get. Pin me up against a wall and throw your biggest punch. Well you made a vow but it's different now. Pretty words don't matter much.

When there are so many things about you.

Build it up to burn it down again we re-offend. If you buy the lie, go ahead and try, see where it gets you in the end. Wanted badly just to be your dawn and setting sun. You said yes, I smiled and it took a while but I completely came undone

'Cause there are so many things about you.

My love is gone, she found a new home. Said it was time she got moving. She thinks it's all dead and gone but that's my heart she was chewing. I want to bury my head in the sand. But I found a home, the bars and clubs and so I become your refugee.

And we want it all. We are they who dance after the fall. And we all start singing...

You better watch what you wish for, a little luck you might get it. All things aside it's a simple life. You let it go by you'll regret it. "I bet you say that line to all the girls" I put the "I's" in a bit on the side. If you give up your life you'll see what you get.

Nothing at all. We are they who dance after the fall. And the singing creeps in...

I deal in call, skin and bone but how can I give without taking? I lay my heart to make it a home 'cause it's not love that I'm making. I made a mark, swallowed the bug with every bite that I've taken. I know that some don't ever get off so what the hell was I thinking?

Nothing at all. We are they who dance after the fall. And the creeps are singing...

Who pulled this shade down on my life? If I don't think straight, don't mean it's a lie. If I had my way we'd be sleeping now. How much more do we need to talk before the last hope gets up and walks? If I had my way we'd be dreaming now.

Honey they're sleeping dogs, just let them lie 'cause you don't know where they've been last night. Why would you wanna cry and ruin those eyes? Is it something you were born for? You're a port in any storm or...

It takes all my strength to look and not touch when one or two words are then words to much. If I keep up my ways you'll be leaving soon.

Honey they're sleeping dogs, just let them lie 'cause you don't know where they've been last night. Why would you wanna cry and ruin those eyes? Is it something you were born for? You're a port in any storm. Or was it something to get torn for? You're a port in any storm.

I wish it was summer to wake me from this dream. Where windows fall on hallways, breaking up in leaves. Someone needs to ask them all of your questions. Why brother turns to sister and needing comfort turns. Don't say that you haven't thought about it more than once in your bedroom when your lips stuck to hers.

You're reading the lines that no one ever taught you at school. Knowing you were breaking the rules, knowing that this just wasn't cool but you love her.

Wait. Ask me you questions. Did it feel like old blood running into hers? Her legs they look like mirrors. Did you notice how it felt to lift the covers of dreams reflecting her?

But it's alright that no one ever noticed at school. Braided in her sweat or perfume? Every vain has dead roads in you because you love her.

Time makes a lie of the future we have. The icing stays hard but the fruit just can't last.

And the answer's in you 'cause no one ever stopped this at school. We stood back as you broke every rule. Living as all of us do: For the moment.

The whole world is falling on me. Nothing now is as I thought it would be. So used to the dark, my eyes are terrified of the light from your face. Time has been eating away. Like the rain does at structures of clay and the sham is revealed and you think you hate me. You don't, and you know.

So long love but it's over.

You're on you own now so think of yourself. Rescuing what remains of you health. That is all and pay no mind to the witches over your shoulder. I will crawl in this wretched place as walking tall is reserved for those who take with them conviction, walk through fire and don't look back. No, no.

So long love but it's over. It's over.

Do you love that cat? Would you like him to change? Curious about the city? Would it be a great pity? Well stay in the country and love that little kitty.

Those men of tragedy, timeless in sad beauty. Golden frames of humanity, they've got nothing to envy.

All of the books that speak about loss and all of the films that delve into pain. None of them mean anything if none of them has the balls to change. 'Cause art is not therapy, or it is maybe. Your art is not therapy but then again, maybe.

Baby, grab your things. We're leaving for the country.

On one still morn I found your letter here under the dust. Opened up, and I read for the first time in my young life, details of what I had done with the thirst and recognised all those things that everyone always had seen. What they always had seen. Oh when they told me all the things that they'd seen.

A man looks out with the sun on his back and his shadow before him, twice as large. Why do things born out of the dark live so long? I am myself. It means too much to me, my fault. It can't be helped. My head returns to nest in the sand. And you know my neck will bend.

Like in the dessert when you dream for drops of rain. The guest you're waiting for never arrives and all that remains is your reluctance to admit you're not prepared. And while you sit there you commit yourself to always being scared.

Your letter stung. I drifted miles on an island alone. Oh brother come. Don't let me down, don't leave me where no one else can see.

It's a Monday evening. You just woke up. 'Twas a heel of a weekend, you had your fun. Take a walk down to the water's edge. Staring at your feet it's anyone's guess what's in your head.

With the wind at your face you meet your choice. And nature's scream drowns out your small voice. "Express a last thought", that's all he wrote. With it's tear flooded galley this ship won't float. So happy birthday, here's your rope.

Promise of tomorrow come and redeem me now. My love is a roadblock and I need a way around. I'll pay you in sorrow wrapped in a worn out shroud. Maybe more the next day but it's all I've got now. It's all I've got now.