Celibate Rifles

No Sign

Celibate Rifles


Between pleasure and postponement
Live the prisoners of hope
If they frown we all fall down
"I'm sorry" in our throats
Listen, but they never hear
They caress their secret fear
That smiling sound's an endless down
They wonder how we live out here
All things come to those who wait
Their favorite saying goes
But it's so hard trying to live your life
In half hour episodes

And there's no sign, no sign
No sign of life...
No sign, no sign
No sign of life...

Movement is so perilous in a world of broken glass
Keeping constant vigil
Letting nothing pass
Guarding secrets jealously from phantoms in the night
Are you scared in case the good times pass
From mind as well as sight?

And there's no sign, no sign
No sign of life...
No sign, no sign
No sign of life...

When it gets too narrow, too desolate in here
Faces that are twisted
You can almost smell the fear
Even years of practice at maintaining your facade
Don't you know you've picked a challenge that is hopelessly hard?

And there's no sign
There's no sign of life
No sign...
There's no sign of life
No sign...
No sign...
There is no sign...
There is no sign...

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