n'oubliez vous pasButtoned down pea coats on a swarming winter's nightDon't forget my hand in yours, held in tightSing a slow song to keep the shadows awayThey'll ruin something special in every word you sayLet me hold your breath as your eyes fade to greyWhile you toil with spools of bright coloured lightsTo distract my mind from what's tied to our kiteMy love is strung on fast as I start to lose sightAnd I whisper a wish for wishful thinking's sakeThat my heart is enough for someone to want to takeAnd then I whistle your life back into your lungsAs we start back walking, singing our slow songs
RegaloLinen never so appealing in the wind,Lifts a heart to a beating point of entry.Pulse into lucidity, twist that sin into your friendOpen those liquid eyes and set your offer free.Shake his choices when your voice is shaking and kind,And keep him closer when he knows her future's course is blind.Hold his holy heartbeat with words that make it skip,But believe beyond blue lips and that unopened gift.Carry it into a clouded vision within a vivid visage,Don't ever release the trust that held it's message.The protective bits of you are gone and death isPresent
Mr. WhoYoung mister Jenkins spilt his brazen soul to me. His story would make a horrible, bloody B-Movie. He's a cynic and a critic of his movie and he's in it. He tears himself down again with these shadows of happiness and friends. He told me that he's alive, but I told him that it was all a lie. I'll help him lay the silver sheets on his rotten bed, just don't expect me to stay after he's fled. Please, mister Jenkins, explain why you have these thoughts on your brain, tell me the name of the butchering demon you can't tame. One last time I'll hold you tonight, just promise to put down that shiny knife. O God, the fire licks at my face from your broken limbs as you shake. I scream not for my life, but yours as you pick your crumbled body off the floor. Pops and cracks as your motions push your brown bones back. I didn't want this for you, sir, but I didn't do it for you, it's all for her. A flash of ear-splitting silence and white accompany this moment tonight. Mister Jenkins, don't get up
Swallow Them WholeI'm building sandcastles with the hopes and dreams of Peacocks,Stack them higher and higher until it starts to lean a little.So I walk the peacock's ambitions over to the edge of the docks,And promise them that they're every need will be filled.Then, as we watch the sun go down amongst the purples and blues,I take each feather in to my hand as I lean in and whisper, 'I love you',While I push the body into the crashing waves beneath.But I don't hate or dislike the bird, I'm only doing what's right,Because we were meant to be together, just not in this life.I feel nothing, no pain or fear, as I tie the empty promises to my feet.I only feel regret to have set the trap that pulled you in,Because now I've brought you so close to your end.Don't hate me for what I've done,Please hate me for what I've become.