Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Butcher, artist - Matt Pond PA.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
The Butcher |
Open up till midnight |
The butcher waits for someone’s desperation |
That goes beyond control |
Speaking is an invitation |
Under fluorescent lights |
You can’t wash out his desire |
Where bodies are indecent |
And they are not in decline |
From behind the counter he thought |
You whispered, you want more |
Cut out the brights of the oncoming cars on the highway |
Lightness is forced when you cut out the lines in the paper |
Cut the split seconds |
The ones over filled |
When you thought you were caught with unknowable thrills |
Instead you get absence |
Soft haze in the face |
The lines in your head, have to all be replaced |
Cleave the dry stone to a promise |
That an answer soon will follow |
Grave attention is still focused |
On the flashlight and the cold fortune |
Down the streets on prospects |
The butcher walks home |
Orange in the streetlights |
Even knows it in the dark |
Proves it with his eyes closed |
He puts his red coat, downstairs |
Goes up into his bedroom |
Undresses and folds his arms |
As if it could impress you |
From under the covers he thought |
You whispered, you want more |