When you leave us through the patient doors That rattle in you ear will be the sound of our applause raptuous, considered and due. Oh the nasty laughter and desperate smirks are tangled in the boredom where out brittle kisses lurk well how can I believe you, when you can't believe your luck
and the shardes of past attraction lie visible but shy and blunt and weak and worn away by whining in the angry air of voice you use to speak oh the shardes of past attraction lie visible but shy and blunt and weak and worn away by whining in the angry air of voice you use to speak in the trap
you only want to be the first to laugh you only want to be the first in the sandtrap you only want to be the first to laugh and your climbing holes and cinder claws ring out the the ? all towards