Eleven Lyrics - Singles - Forward Russia

Quit making faces at the one I love 

These errant tightropes that you're thinkin' of 

Can't be undone the instant that they're set 

Above this scorched and torrid hallowed ground 

Or so they say in the city 

So they say in the sea 

Set your watch round the corner 

While they bleed 

I heard a rumor that you lost your job 

Was it just hearsay or of factual ground? 

This tightrope's set now there's no going back 

To Sepiata and the Plastic Surgeons with 

Pineapple cones bleaching your bones 

Pineapple cones bleaching your bones 

Pineapple cones 

They came on the crest of a wave 

The cusp of Equinox today but they'll surely go 

This pillar of sleep orbited 

By thousands of delicate thoughts that will surely go 

These satellites fleeced at the door 

Comprised of the reason of years that will surely go 

As life flashes fitfully down 

This spirit so fitfully drowns 

A signal is sent from the core 

To bring all the satellites home, home, home, yeah 

A quart of the way 

A quart of the ghost still remains 

Tsunami that rip at the skin 

Anonymous wrenches of blame 

A great tidal wave 

Over the house on the hill 

The snakes are all burden with lead 

Plum bum dementia for them, just don't forget