When you leave us through the patient doors That rattle in you ear will be the sound of our applause Rapturous, 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 shards of past attraction Lie visible, but shy and blunt and weak And worn away by whining in the emery paper voice You use to speak
Oh, the shards of past attraction Lie visible, but shy and blunt and weak And worn away by whining in the emery paper 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 you climbing holes And sink the claws We know i do clenching that You send us all towards