The night has fallen down the staircaseAnd Ifor onehave felt its bruisesEquilbrium; inebriatedOur social graces have been displacedAs we sink deeper into the drinkThe volume increases....Night time resurrects fault linesSilent wars -- rumble somewhere belowThe surfaces verses...The surfaces verses...The shoe is droppedlungs explodeShards of words of a shattered voiceAnd there s still a hole where the phone was thrownAh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...The moon is risinga revolutionI close my eyes and the room is spinningYou re screaming:"Sweetiethe moon has raped me --It has left its seeds like a tomb inside meSo I must learn to abort these feelingsThis romance is bleeding..."Night time triggers the land minesBedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiersMarching two by two...Marching two by two...A soldier s downFlood gates burstI ve said some things I wish you d never heardLikeThere s still a hole where the phone was thrown.It s growing as we speakAnd it s sucking us both inA vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day

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