The Cure 1989 - Disintegration (How the end always is...) | Текст песни

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Disintegration



Oh I miss the kiss of treachery the shameless

Kiss of vanity the soft and the black and the

Velvety up tight against the side of me and

Mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in

Thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it

Starts the need to just let go my party piece





Oh I miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss
Before I feed the stench of a love for a younger

Meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts

In deep the holding up on bended knees the

Addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts

The need to just let go my party piece





But I never said I would stay to the end so i

Leave you with babies and hoping for frequency

Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy

Screaming me over and over and over I leave

You with photographs pictures of trickery

Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery

Songs about happiness murmured in dreams

When we both us knew how the ending would

Be...



So it's all come back round to breaking apart

Again breking apart like I'm made up of glass

Again making it up behind my back again

Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again

Holding it up behind my head again cut in deep

To the heart of the bone again round and round

And round and it's coming apart again over and

Over and over



Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces i'll

Pull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyone

Crying for sympathy crocodile cry for the love

Of the crowd and the three cheers from

Everyone dropping through sky through the

Glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth

Through the mouth of your eye through the eye

Of the needle it's easier for me to get closer to

Heaven than ever feel whole again



I never said I would stay to the end I knew i

Would leave you with babies and everything

Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity

Screaming me over and over and over I leave

You with photographs pictues of trickery

Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory

Songs about

Happiness murmured in dreams when we both

Of us knew how the end always is...



How the end always is...

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