As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn,
we settle down to cut ourselves apart.
cough and twitch from the news on your face,
and some foreign candle burning in your eyes.
held to the past too aware of the pending,
chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale.
enter the fog another low road descending,
away from the cold lust, your house and summertime.
blind to the last curse of the fair pistols and countless eyes
a trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
feed till the sun turns into wood dousing on an ancient torch
loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
offer me little but doting on a crime.
we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
in matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all
we settle down to cut ourselves apart.
cough and twitch from the news on your face,
and some foreign candle burning in your eyes.
held to the past too aware of the pending,
chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale.
enter the fog another low road descending,
away from the cold lust, your house and summertime.
blind to the last curse of the fair pistols and countless eyes
a trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
feed till the sun turns into wood dousing on an ancient torch
loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
offer me little but doting on a crime.
we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
in matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all
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Metric was rad. Emily Haines is absolutely nuts! She extended the final sobng (Dead Disco) into a 15 minute tirade against Bush, contemplating (and finally doing) a crowd dive from the speakers, rambling on about... I don't even know, really, she was pretty cracked out. Needless to say, I love her!