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Are you looking for magic |
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On the back of a pack of matches? |
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It seems like we're trying to prove |
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That everything we pursue, we lose. |
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All you scorned lovers: |
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Are you burnt so bad, |
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Your lips are covered |
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In black blood and scabs? |
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We seem to need some way |
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To vanish all these stains. |
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Take the trigger from the lowest bitter. |
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Take the bargain back again. |
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Are you covered in scratches |
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From them hacking you with their hatchets? |
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Are you chasing a trail of crumbs |
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And you can't recall where they came from? |
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They've come to |
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Steal your old self |
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And rent back what they stole. |
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They fatten you up |
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And swallow you whole. |
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And then they |
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Charge you for the pleasure |
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Of making you plain. |
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When you're finally getting something, |
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It's only the blame. |
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If you let bitterness |
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Get in your home, |
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Get in your chest, |
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It gets into your bones. |
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We've been bought |
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And we've been sold, |
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They try but they can't keep hold. |
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We burn, but we don't turn to coal. |
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We're hills all filled with gas and gold. |
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Take the trigger from the lowest bitter. |
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Take the bargain back again. |
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Take it back! |
