Lyrics The Departure - Bike for Three!

The Departure

Without everything else, heavily and only-less
Late at night in a city known for loneliness
The words written are up for interpretation
The ring on your finger cut off your circulation
Working your patience, also nobody else’s
So bloody, mark and trust your dark impulses
See your own breath, freezing cold and feelingless
Why ask questions when the words are just meaningless?
The picture of emptiness, the high wall it’s mounted on
The disappearance of the one person you counted on
Nothing to look forward to, a painful past to sever
Call off the search for something that lasts forever
Close your eyes tight, break the bottle lightly
Fall to the floor and bleed, God almighty
Process of elimination, part of the pain
The start of its reign, it’s hard to explain
Playing dead, cry your eyes out, faint instead
Under attack, black walls, paint them red
Kiss the ghost, listen close, hear the curse
Reveal the worry, feel the fury, fear the worst
Home remedies, witchcraft and wizardry
This space for rent, torment and misery
Intelligent hands wait for the day to arrive
The need to feel pain as a way to survive
Exorcising demons and other things we try to do
Cut yourself open to show me what’s inside of you
Scars all over your body, fast and clever
Finally, something that will last forever
Playing dead, cry your eyes out, faint instead
Under attack, black walls, paint them red
Kiss the ghost, listen close, hear the curse
Reveal the worry, feel the fury, fear the worst
Dead, cry your eyes out, faint instead
Under attack, black walls, paint them red
Kiss the ghost, listen close, hear the curse
Reveal the worry, feel the fury, fear the worst
Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass
Lets all the air out, releases the gas
Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass
Lets all the air out, releases the gas
Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass
Lets all the air out, releases the gas
Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass
Lets all the air out, releases the gas
Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass
Lets all the air out, releases the gas
Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass
Lets all the air out, releases the gas