Hey, Are you sleeping?. We've got nothing better to do. Than just lay here, together. Let it pass.... It wasn't so hard to destroy. Now its not so easy to forget.
Dinner's getting cold. You haven't touched a thing. So what's it gonna be?. I can hold out much longer than you. . When it's steady, I'm just acting out my roles.
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame. That once burned within these fists where defeat remains. . The night has fallen down the staircase.... . I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame.
And so it's begun. This is year one. The birth of a child in the form of a man. Wrapped in towel. Passed out on the floor. These drunken hours -- graces deflowered.
I saw something I was not supposed to see. A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me. . (The kitchen door was open a crack,. So naively we peeked inside).
A little bit closer,. I know you're not bashful. There, now that's not so bad, is it?. So what was that secret?. What did that prick whisper to you?. Was it playful and flirty.
It's not a song about old friends,. backstabbers, leeches, or cretins.. It's not about you, and it isn't true.. . It's not a song about family,. how the lack thereof can be crippling..
The night has fallen down the staircase. And I, for one, have felt its bruises. Equilbrium; inebriated. Our social graces have been displaced. . As we sink deeper into the drink.
When the bitter end arrives,. will we be at war or sadly, madly in love?. Will we beg for one more night?. Or will we have our bags packed. waiting at the door?.