Simply your love is quite cold
And I’m an avalanche bone,
So we are unable to find the easy
Words to make it all okay.
Make and break the bourbon tides,
Exasperate with wooden lies
Upon the deep blue spiral;
The blur has come between us
How intentions hurt another,
I have always been the last to know
And always on the end receiving come and go’s.
Why do we live by a postmodern heartache
And all the sins we can’t confess?
I birth a question mark alone,
I hear the answer’s in your arms
So we are unable to put our fixes together.
How intentions hurt another,
I have always been the last to know
And always on the end receiving come and go’s.
Why do we live by a postmodern heartache
And all the sins we can’t confess?
You close your glazened eyes.
But I fear united homicide
And you’ll say that I’m your alibi
In this Technicolor lie.
Why do we live by a postmodern heartache
And all the sins we can’t confess?
You close your glazened eyes.