Silence casts a ghastly shadow
over these familiar roads
and I cant see, I cant see the road to turn
down the alley into your house,
Im choking on these desperate sounds
that come from, that come from your glossy lips.
Words holding promise, precision,
Im sickened by your dialect.
My blood curdles, curdles on the sight of your hips.
I cant live with this tension
inside this room, desperate.
Your hairs cool,
this wines good,
my foots gone numb.
Lets drink ourselves seven shades of stupid
and tear this wall down and just let each other in.
As you drape your room in soft lights and garment rips,
cause you stain your smile with every wine glass sip.
As you sip with such eloquence,
I know my mind just cant forget
how gently, how gently your eyes captured
every fiber of my intent
laid out on such a comfy bed,
and the sheets, and the sheets cant cover secrets.
They spill from the very lips
that stained said sheets with every sip
like signing, signing autographs for my heart.
I cant live with this tension
inside this room, desperate.
Your hairs cool,
this wines good,
my foots gone numb.
I cant trace stars up to your eyes.
Your hands tremble in the nighttime,
and the high beams show youre discontent,
but I still love you,
if I dont forget