After the party with wine in your hair There's a shot in the dark So you'll fall in despair And you've chipped your tooth So you whistle when you speak And there's tunes in your head Till the end of the week
The feast in your hair is up to a swing But whoever you touch You don't feel anything So you brush off the cobwebs That seal you up To get past the part With the crack in your cup
Farewell Saturday, love tomorrow Always the next day For to find sanctuary For there's unkept promises Crimes and jealousies Always the next day For to find sanctuary
Then a slice of the silence Remains on the bed As the hue of the sun Whispers heat to the dead And the glow won't wash off When you're already gone And you lock all the doors Where the silence just shone A sip of green poison that jades your blood Till the blue of your veins Turns as brown as the mud The continental shift in your Earthquake heart It isn't a cure But at least it's a start