Lyrics Beauty - Cecil Otter

Beauty

Now this is one for the history books
The one that misery took a hold of and showed no love to
Now we told you we loved you, showed you the upkeep
Showed you these still waters run deep
But it doesn’t come cheap cause there wasn’t one week
Of that whole speak easy cry hard
That just repeats, repeats and by large
Was just full of deceit, so here’s your receipt
It’s free of charge, it’s larger than the honor system
It’s so easy to barter when we offer wisdom
And our allegiance to keep you on the rhythm
Before the panic sets in and leads you off to prison
But you’re not in prison, sitting behind bars
We’re sitting inside bars and choosing to find scars
To scratch, crack, in a flash they reopen
We’ve come to patch holes that have been broken
And it seems so far away, so hard to make grow
So we congregate, so we can spill your heartache on the plate
So pour your heart out into a shot glass
Toast to the rocky past, hoist up your body and laugh
It’s all in the past, let’s put it out to pasture
And overcome that overdone foot-in-mouth disaster
We’ll put it all to shame, we’ll build another chapter
And spill another drink down the sink before you sink
So now your candle’s full of flame
Your winds wouldn’t change
It just stayed the same
It remained stagnant
So the few wrongs you made didn’t make you Mr. Right in any fashion
Now you’re just a distant light flashing
Getting some action to get a reaction
Out of her, she just split the scene laughing
You, not a word
And it will pass with all your petty pity me’s
So drop your hockey mask and machete for your killing spree
A little peace is all you need to get there
Spare the despair and watch this night vanish into thick air
It’s fair to want to hold her, it’s colder on the other side
It’s fair to want to cut her down, cut her down, sever ties
But there’s another owner of her loving now
It’s fair to want to hold her, it’s colder on the other side
It’s fair to want to cut her down, cut her down, sever ties
But there’s another owner of her loving now
We’re coming down with something, something like the never minds
So now you’re staring out the window
Playing that little, tiny fiddle
And you’re playing with the wind chimes
But you’re a bigger man now
That you’re bigger than planned
Don’t wanna see you sink and then vanish
And we don’t want to be the fish for your talons
And we won’t honor the deeds that sold the soul
From your cold half-dead hands holding onto madness
It’s madness, it’s madness