Burning Airlines Follow

i've framed your face in flames and i'm painting you red, love. let's clarify this twist, pin this butterfly kiss. senseless senses sweetly simplify. we twitch like marionettes in lascivious bliss. silhouette, silhouette, how black is your heart? what you leave out, leave out: the linchpin of a liar's art. surely half-right, here in half-light, all sincerity, and i don't want to see the half-way conscious game that's evading all blame, love, for everything we want with no right to expect. like a life somewhere, someplace that murders time, or a love that lets you take just what you can get. so i frame your face in flames and i swallow regret, love. when everything's so wrong, why spin it to right? oblivion is lovely, that's no lie. we're atmosphere, we're oblivion personified. silhouette, silhouette, who's broken your heart? what they leave out, leave out: the linchpin of a liar's art. surely half-right, here in half-light, serendipity makes the pitiful play a love song with no love in it, in a rhythm so indefinite, just strumming on our nerves. silhouette, silhouette, how black is your heart? what you leave out, leave out: the linchpin of a liar's art. surely half-right, here in half-light, all sincerity.