There’s nothing left to do or say
I’ll slit my wrists, I’ll be okay
I’ll sing the songs, I’ll right the wrongs
I’ll make suggestions
If life is long or if it’s short
I still have nothing to report
I’ll throw the punch, I’ll meet for lunch
I’ll take confession
The blackened eyes, the bloodied thought
your life’s been sold, your souls been bought
the games been tied, your dreams have died
and you’re not dead but at least you tried
The strangled thought, the beaten muse
you would give up but what’s the use
you knew the score but lost the war
and it would be over but you still want more
So this is how the story ends
my one true love says lets just be friends
I’ll sleep alone, I’ll dial the phone
I’ll dance without you
All hope is gone, the child is born
like good T.V., like violent porn
I’ll be a star, wait in the car
I’ll make the truth true
You’re having trouble breathing you’ve forgot what you’ve been told
make me a burnt offering to keep my fingers cold
I didn’t think I cared, but now that I’ve been spurned
I’ve forgotten all the dance steps and am sickened by the turns
The damaged hand, the strangled truth
so little time, so much abuse
I wanted to say something but the words were not a cure
when you moved to another country to keep your image pure
Guitare et voix: Jacob Wren
Enregistrement studio: Radwan Ghazi Moumneh (hotel2tango)