From Now On

From now on, I make haste to carry my skin
Into the arms most of all will impart
Who never lets, who never lets a pockmark grow
Into a mind that eats like a midday sign

I'll play low, from now on, this is a joke
When you see the skin rot on me
I'll play low, from now on, this is a joke
Can I see the skin rot on a dark, strange heart?
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart

On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart

On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart

On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart
On a dark, strange heart