Cursive Follow

The night has fallen down the staircase
And I, for one, have felt it's bruises
Equilbrium, inebriated
Our social graces have been displaced
As we sink deeper into the drink
The volume increases

Night time resurrects fault lines
Silent wars rumble somewhere below
The surfaces verses
The surfaces verses
The shoe is dropped, lungs explode
Shards of words of a shattered voice
And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

The moon is rising, a revolution
I close my eyes and the room is spinning
You're screaming, "Sweetie, the moon has raped me
It's left its seeds like a tomb inside me
So I must learn to abort these feelings
This romance is bleeding"

Night time triggers the land mines
Bedroom wounds, lovers like brigadiers
Marching two by two
Marching two by two
A soldier's down, flood gates burst
I've said some things I wish you'd never heard
Like, "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown"
It's growing as we speak
And it's sucking us both in
A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day