Disappearing Act

You do your disappearing act

You do your disappearing act

Silence, I know I could get used to this

Cunning, your sin scent is something I'm not gonna miss

Exile, it's a small price to pay for bliss

Alone, like the painter's dog without a bone

When there's only one thing you need to own

And that is hunger, hunger itself

I know we'll pick and wrench

Your night just ripped and it is torn to shreds

From all the lovers taken to your beds

They're empty now

And you think that you can love

And you think that you can love

And you think that you can love someone into love home

You do your disappearing act

You do your disappearing act

Jealousy, it's not what it's cracked up to be

Envy, gets you where you need to be

Alone, rather the river than your stepping stones

Leave the graveyard before you turn to bones

I'm tragic, you're comedy

Oh, baby doll, the dogs are barking, they need to be fed

All of the lepers you let in your head - is it empty now?

Cause you think that you can love

And you think that you can love

And you think that you can love someone into love home

You do your disappearing act

You do your disappearing act