[Yeah, well fuck you too. ]
So, we sew our mouths, we sew our heads up, we won't speak until another of
December's tragic starlight drives.
So you hate the way we face each other?
We already staged a time to miss our fears,
We missed it, we missed our shot, our chance to hear the secret voice of god.
And I've scratched my eyes.
You've had a taste of my blood, a taste of winter.
You tasted winter.
You tasted me, the salt of tears in our parfait, yeah.
There's no reason to believe that the next time will be different than any other,
There's no reason to believe that I mean it this time.
So, we change our address, we address our change,
And we don't speak of one another down
Any road we might take that diverges from expectation.
We faced each other to talk this winter,
We staged a separation under air that just froze and broke,
We missed it, we missed our shot, our chance to hear the song of our hearts.
We had a taste of one another, under the moonlight,
Under the sky.
We tasted this,
We tasted love.
We tasted the iron of blood near our hearts, yeah.
There's no reason to believe it was meant to be,
There's no reason to believe it was meant to be anything different, yeah.
We didn't mean it this time,
We didn't mean it.
I never mean it.