|
Foreshadow my papers, |
|
Dress the living room |
|
With your tears and a smile |
|
A clashing rain |
|
Drops to the ground |
|
When you miss, you kiss |
|
Your wounds |
|
Next to me are your silly notes that |
|
Came around and reversed my soul |
|
Envelopes empty, they're closed |
|
On another day |
|
Looking for you |
|
The picture isn't all that's left of you |
|
And I never knew what to do |
|
And it wouldn't have been love |
|
If it wouldn't have been for your ... |
|
Ooh, ooh |
|
In the grave silence (x3) |
|
I locked your love |
|
(x2) |
|
Drapes were drawn |
|
When I let you in |
|
But you were never invited |
|
... come |
|
And they ain't cheap |
|
If I can be late |
|
It's gonna hurt |
|
If I wet my seal, so |
|
Don't say "Go back |
|
The way to the moon" |
|
Send me the postcard just as soon |
|
And the bird clock ticks all afternoon |
|
Curfew's past, back in two |
|
There's two, with the name |
|
And date and time |
|
And you |
|
In the grave silence (x3) |
|
I locked your love |
|
(x3) |
|
I'll buy the envelopes on another day |
|
When your blood makes stamp stick |
|
Drop the papers on your child's head |
|
The warmest color of the dead |
|
The blackest white you've ever read |
|
And the crooner's man instead |
|
With a warrior's face |
|
And an arm |
|
And a crossbow head |
|
In the grave silence (x3) |
|
I locked your love |
|
(x3) |
|
I didn't love |
|
Silence! |
|
Silence, ooh |
