I melt at the sink
like a priest or a prince.
Maybe I'm to be a King
and ????????????? in Westminster.
And the walls are paper thin,
hear the neighbours arguing.
Could you lower you voice?
I would sail my unborn daughter,
maybe.
We didn't stage a passion play,
didn't change our given names
or what's to our bed,
or me to make a scene.
But I see your skin paling out,
then the host in your mouth
where the truth never seems to be
Now the burning branch never speaks to me.
(It whispers like:)
I don't wanna be a vessel any more.
I don't wanna be a vessel any more.
These are my words,
this is my mouth.
I don't wanna be a vessel now.
And I may not see the future
but I see its lonely architect
at the door of my house.
I don't want to be a vessel any more.
I don't want to be a vessel every day.
Truly I never dreamt
of all the ??? I could remend,
how it weren't for myself,
for the shadow.
I layed it all at your feet,
on your neck and your cheek
but the burning branch wouldn't speak to me
I don't wanna be a vessel any more.
I don't wanna be a vessel any more.
These are my walls,
this is my house.
I don't wanna be a vessel now.
And I may not see the future
but I see its lonely architect
at the foot of my hell.
I don't wanna be a vessel any more.
I didn't wanna be a vessel any way.