Smiled that kind of icy blue smile
Of a noonday reckoning
The tied together two of tell-tale pictures
I've sketched in sandcastle plots and plans
Similar starting points
Both for sin and shooting blanks
But it's always the unseen sharp pang
The awkward rhythm of the dance
Like a tick-tock clock in that heart of hearts
Repeating (Repeating)
There is no happy here, there is no happy here
There is no happy here, there is no happy here
There is no happy here, there is no happy here
There is no happy here, there is no happy here
Devil may care touches
Trickled down
Spine, thigh, and breast
Spine, thigh, and breast
Spine, thigh, and breast
Spine, thigh, and breast
May never (May never)
Truly illuminate
Illuminate the finer art of heartwork
Devil may care touches
Trickled down
Spine, thigh, and breast
Spine, thigh, and breast
Spine, thigh, and breast
May never illuminate
The finer art of heartwork
The finer art of heartwork
I was turning over with the sheets
And facing the arched back
Thinking of how my eyes, half-opened
(There is no happy here, there is no happy here)
Caught her arm
(There is no happy here, there is no happy here)
Moving from side to side, but never to mine
(There is no happy here, there is no happy here)
It's all connected by blank words
(There is no happy here, there is no happy here)
To tell empty promises of clumsy miscommunication
(There is no happy here, there is no happy here)
(There is no happy here)
So we say what we will
To see what we may
To find a Biblical knowing
In these last few hours
So we say what we will (What we will)
To see what we may (What we may)
To find a Biblical knowing (Knowing)
In these last few hours
In these last few (In these last few hours)
In these last few (In these last few hours)
In these last few (In these last few hours)
In these last few
It's too sad, it's too tragic
I spent myself, choking on
The motions leading up to said
Misfortune
It's too sad, it's too tragic
I spent myself, choking on (I spent myself)
The motions leading up to said (I spent myself)
Misfortune
It's too sad, it's too tragic
I spent myself, choking on (I spent myself)
The motions leading up to said
Misfortune
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