The furnace burns, the baby turns She cries when she's hungry The morning paper will knock the door To interrupt their slumbers Are you satisfied tonight
Loose-lipped secrets I've seen those birdies chirping Another promise perched on their fragile branches Cradle and all... We all hide a diary beneath
Swimming at night We've dug this hole The water's fine I wonder how far down it goes Down it goes... Down it goes... The stars above have lost their
The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink
I saw something I was not supposed to see A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me (The kitchen door was open a crack, So naively we peeked inside
And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered
A little bit closer, I know you're not bashful There, now that's not so bad, is it? So what was that secret? What did that prick whisper to you? Was
Dinner's getting cold -- You haven't touched a thing So what's it gonna be? I can hold out much longer than you When it's steady I'm just acting out
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains The night has fallen down the staircase... I need
