In the arms of oblivion, i sleep dreaming of you. Of what you aren't of what I want you to be,
You are the escape to myself and I want you because this... wouldn't work
You can hurt me, kick my stomach in. Leave me breathless halved and open, leave naked and alive...
Don't wanna share no breakfast with you, just a glass of whiskey in the back seat of your car, with your blue eyes burning holes... in my... in my skirt.
I would talk and you would laugh, and a moth eaten sheet can serve me right, to cover you up in the middle of the night.
And in the silent fall, of the empire of trust, I'm back into my shell, I should have never left!!
And through the chattering space, my feelings swell, am I torn out? But wait!!
The drinking warmness in, the shadows fall. Amongst the railway tracks, behind the wall. And hanging legs that float. And broken child that spoilt...
And my voice will break; my hips will shake in deconstruction of grace. How to start when I only think of ending? How to care when our hands are blending?