Dim light in the bar Makes one look younger Neon lies
We sit we drink we pretend We're something that we're not
Jumble human bones with Water running over them Unknown Trickle under grate outside Almost sounding lovely
All the pain in All the wide world Couldn't fill even a fraction Of the South Pole-Aitken basin But it all fits in shadow pocket Like a knife before it Sticks in neck
Potential under icy moon Scream then silence in the gloom Scream then silence splattered room That was then, this was soon But you're too busy talking And I wasn't even listening Hand in shadow pocket Pulse is quickening