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I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight |
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Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate |
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Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak |
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Another train leavin' home, |
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Conceding defeat with a low moan |
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Hangin' in a sky, made of stone |
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Everybody's leavin' home, i called my man jerome |
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To come meet me in the twilight zone |
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Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone |
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I bought him coffee and a snack, |
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Settled back, started speakin' |
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He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap |
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While i'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober |
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Not cover my mistakes, |
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Try to maybe make sense of the evidence |
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It's over, she's gone for good |
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Why should i lie, singin' a killer's lullaby |
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Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye |
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The last thing you hear before your life disappear |
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Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, |
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Feel like i've been cursed. |
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With seven centuries of bitter memories |
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And inadequacies, previous he's and she's |
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I'm movin' round this old house for the last time |
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Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes |
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Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock |
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You got eternity for takin' stock, |
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This place is like a padlock |
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You look shocked. |
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Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, |
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There's just us and i'm here to torment and tease |
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And that's how it was for centuries |
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Me and my memories, till you brought the keys |
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Took the couple of saturdays |
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I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing |
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Seven hundred years since i came here |
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You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare |
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I couldn't get near, |
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And the sheer frustration was more than i could bear |
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I was really cursed, thought i'd been through the worst part |
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That was just the first part, just the start |
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Every night i'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart |
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In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base |
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And i just can't escape, i'm in bad shape |
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You making love to someone else is more than i can take |
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And so i make all the movement i can to no avail |
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Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell |
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I'm getting heated, i'm sorry, have another coffee |
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I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure |
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Unless an escape route is found, |
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I'm going down underground |
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Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd |
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The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word |
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So i'm referred back to hell, huh |
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Just as well, i hate needles an' get twinges at the thought |
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Of syringes |
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J (as in jerome), i'm going insane with shame |
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I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again |
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With what i call a farmer's swain |
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Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard |
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Oh god, of course i'm jealous, fellows, |
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Oversexed flexing his pec's |
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Jesus, what's he going make her do next? |
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I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest |
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You used to do that to me back in 1253 |
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Pity me, while you lie with your lover |
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I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair |
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Unaware of who else is there |
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I move quick, i want to try my trick one last time |
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You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline |
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When dust move in the sunshine |
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So i'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch |
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Which reminds me how i used to come unstitched |
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And switch 'round the house in a blind rage |
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It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this |
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Cage |
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And write another stage into a new age, |
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It's difficult to gauge |
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But i know that i'll see you again, on that you may depend |
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I just don't know how or when |
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Sleep on, my lost love on gone |
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Jerome took me home under steel skies |
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Knowing i'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies |
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And what i verbalize he can see behind my eyes |
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The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies |
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And he surmised |
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No surprise couldn't hear that |
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Closed my eyes as he steered that old black bm home again |
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Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
