II

 
 

From the Sun

Isolation can put a gun in your hand

It can put a gun your hand x2

 

If you need to you can get away from the sun

You can get away from the sun x2

 

If you need to you can get away from the sun

If you need to you can throw away the only one

 

I'm so tired but I can never lay down my head

I can never lay down my head x2

 

I'm so lonely but I can never quite reach the phone

I can never quite reach the phone x2

 

I'm so lonely but I can never quite reach the phone

I'm so lonely I've gotta eat my popcorn all alone

 

Isolation can put a gun in your hand

It can put a gun your hand x2

 

If you need to you can get away from the sun

You can get away from the sun x2

 

If you need to you can get away from the sun

If you ned to you can throw away the only one

Swim and Sleep (Like a Shark)

I wish that I could swim and sleep like a shark does

I'd fall to the bottom

and I'd hide 'til the end of time

In the sweet, cool, darkness

Asleep and constantly floating away

 

I wish that I could break and mend like the world does

I'd fall to the bottom

and I'd chase all my dreams away

and I'd let you crush me

My dreams would be constantly melting away

So Good at Being in Trouble

Now that you're gone

It's been a long, lonely time

It's a long, sad, lonely time

 

Rolling alone

I'm in a strange state of mind

It's a strange old state of mind

 

Memories they mess

With my mind

Who am I

to deny

 

She was

So good at being in trouble x7

So bad at being in love

One at a Time

I'm only floating on the breeze

Sweet dreams are falling from the trees

I'm on my knees

I'm fumbling through my pockets for my keys

One at a time

Mama please

 

I'm only lonely through the night

I'm sweating, fretting through the flight

I'm out of sight

I'm crying, I am flying like a kite

One at a time

Outta sight

 

One at a time

The Opposite of Afternoon

Overcast in the good of the night it's alright

Moles are crashing out of the dirt

Oil is in the cradle of it's golden moon tonight

 

Open eyes in the gardens of sight it's alright

Only when you crawl in the dirt

Frozen invitations to a solvent gloom tonight

 

Bones are broken 

Veins are open

All done in the opposite of afternoon

 

Only gods in a mountain at night it's alright

Fools and molten virgins alike

Rolling in the naked and the fragrant doom tonight

 

Solarizing a portrait of light it's alright

Woven sparkled cotton and void

Open elevation of the cult of _____ tonight

 

Bones are broken 

Veins are open

All done in the opposite of afternoon

No Need For a Leader

Something wicked this way comes

We don't like to fall

But when we come down we lose it all

Then we open someone new

We eat their bones and wonder why they've got no bones left

 

Maybe one day we'll find we have 

No need for a leader

 

I watch the faces on a screen

No question what I'll have to pay for my apathy

Can you feel it on your face

The winds of change are a lot unfriendlier these days

 

Maybe one day we'll find we have 

No need for a leader

Monki

He wants to give her everything she wants

All of the sins in her mind

All of her enemies

Fallen and crying

All of the teardrops on her tongue

 

It's in her conscience that whatever god gives her someone to mourn

Who cares what god is or what a guitar is or that you were born

Monki

He wanted you

 

And when he stops saying things you want to hear

Pull up your knickers in a mood

He wants to outclass these 

Crass devotees

Deletes your picture from his phone

 

It's in his conscience that musical notes give him someone to mourn

Who cares what god is or what a guitar is or that you were born

Monki

She wanted you

Faded in the Morning

Words are floating through the windows 

and in the house she blows them away

 

Faded in the morning time

 

Haters with their hearts asunder

will ruin our parade

 

Faded in the morning time

 

Walking through the winter markets

and all the horses floated away

 

Faded in the morning time

 

Sun is rising stings my eyes and

don't wanna die today

 

Faded in the morning time

Secret Xtians

I'm going to hide from the rain

I am tired of running round while these nuns eat my grain

Ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame

so lame

secrets xtians are all the same

 

Don't be grumpy and cold

if you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal

Don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die

tonight

secret xtians are not too bright