
Date of issue: 19.11.2000
Song language: English
Taxiderme |
Three brown chairs and a yellow bookcase |
The fridge-light shines off the mantle-piece |
Carpet squares under our feet |
Keep us related while we sleep |
Old silhouettes slaughtered encased in glass |
Brief looks hold hands in a hallway dance |
Notes ring out from a ghost ship band |
These nights take so much longer to understand |
Since you thought you had this beat |
Since you carved off all the meat |
Have I been the silhouette you look for |
In your street |
And you |
You’re still smiling |
Cause I haven’t told you yet |
You’re brandishing those eyes |
And I can taste my breath |
Wondering how |
The hell I’m going to say this |
And I can’t believe I hear |
Please cut out these foreign words |
Patch them up and make things work |
Surely we aren’t victims now of taxiderme work |
Cause this was not laid out in plans |
This is not all we had |
Have I been the silhouette you looked for |
In your head |
And my favourite everything of you |
Are the things that seem least like you do |
And you |
You’re still smiling |
Cause I haven’t told you yet |
You’re brandishing those eyes |
And I can taste my breath |
Wondering how |
The hell I’m going to say this |
And I can’t believe I hear |
I’m going to miss you |
My best friend |
And I wish you were here |
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