This house is a circus, berserk as fuck. We tend to see that as a perk though, look. What it's done to your friends. Their memories are pretend. And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end.
Fiendish wonder in a carnival's wake,. Dull caresses once again irritate.. Tread softly, stranger,. Move over toward the danger that you seek.. You think excitement has receded then the mirror distracts,.
Do the Bad Thing. Take off your wedding ring. But it won't make it. That much easier. It might make it worse. . Oh, the night's like a whirlwind. Somebody's girlfriend's talking' to me but it's alright.
A pussyfooting setting sun. Make a wish that weighs a tonne. There are no handles for you to hold. And no understanding where it goes. . Jealously in Technicolor.
I don't ever want to hate you. So don't show me your bed. The only roads are cul-de-sacs. The first thing that she said. . Temptation. Greets you like your naughty mate.
Gotta keep my head above water. Gotta stay head-strong, keep rolling on. No point getting caught in the hype is long. Like I don't know right from wrong.
I can feel you searching 'round my brain. Looking for a way to make a wave. Floating out and in. In and out again. Until our falling thoughts cascade together.
The time has come again. Slowly walking down the steps. To where she would have been. If only they were seventeen. . Waiting patiently. He stood between her fray scene.
Decided. To sneak up away. From your stomach. And try your pulse. And captured. What seemed all. Unknowing and candid. But they suspected. It was false.