mulcahy67
11/05/09, 07:04 AM
"Affliction of Communication and Working Together"
You hustle my hungry heart
Leading the lame to the lost
Gathering all my scorched pieces
It becomes so easy does it, you just cross the bed
You've got sleeves of intervention
Staying divine with your arms outstretched
We collect our thoughts in a black box
To build them up and let them burst
When distance breaks us down, we'll light our eyes on fire
And burn away the frames
Clarity will finally seem, so close (but yet, but yet so far away)
Our dramatics break the static of every passing day
Baby don't you know, I don't know nor do I care
Just go slow (go slow)
And make it hurt
The ever slowly passing moments haunt the insides of my soul
My thoughts get broken down, burned straight through like coal
I can tell you that I'm sorry but silence fits much more
For if my words are the infection, you must be the cure
You strangle my sorry heart
Leading the blind to the show
You gather my pieces, you gather everything
It becomes such sweet sorrow, you cross your legs
You've got a hand of deception
Shadows entrench your scarlet smile
We collect our thoughts in a black box
We open it up, let it burst, and slide away
I'm an addict
Of something real close to love
Spending too much time down on my knees
Too much time, I beg and plead
You hustle my hungry heart
Leading the lame to the lost
Gathering all my scorched pieces
It becomes so easy does it, you just cross the bed
You've got sleeves of intervention
Staying divine with your arms outstretched
We collect our thoughts in a black box
To build them up and let them burst
When distance breaks us down, we'll light our eyes on fire
And burn away the frames
Clarity will finally seem, so close (but yet, but yet so far away)
Our dramatics break the static of every passing day
Baby don't you know, I don't know nor do I care
Just go slow (go slow)
And make it hurt
The ever slowly passing moments haunt the insides of my soul
My thoughts get broken down, burned straight through like coal
I can tell you that I'm sorry but silence fits much more
For if my words are the infection, you must be the cure
You strangle my sorry heart
Leading the blind to the show
You gather my pieces, you gather everything
It becomes such sweet sorrow, you cross your legs
You've got a hand of deception
Shadows entrench your scarlet smile
We collect our thoughts in a black box
We open it up, let it burst, and slide away
I'm an addict
Of something real close to love
Spending too much time down on my knees
Too much time, I beg and plead