| Dark, ringing through the sky
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| Shaking in the clouds until the harps are out of tune
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| And the song they play every night
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| Keeping you awake while the thought sleeps in your soul
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| And every load I took to fill a hole that caved inside
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| Just made it deeper, darker and wider than before
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| Don’t make me say it out loud any more
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| And I cop, just to change my scene
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| And turn a useful nightmare into a boring dream
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| And my room, like a map of my time
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| It’s always half past twelve and divided by two lines
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| And every step I took to take me further from the source
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| Just brought me closer, inward and more lost than before
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| Don’t make me say it out loud anymore
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| Oh well, if you don’t love me now you didn’t love me before
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| And my love is turning into grief
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| And loneliness, thy enemy, it’s my only relief
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| From a child lost in a crowd
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| Looking for the landmarks that you keep burning down
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| And every sip I took from cups I carved out of my skull
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| Just made me older, slower and sadder than before
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| Don’t make me say it out loud anymore
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| Oh now, if you don’t love me now you didn’t love me before |