Disturbing The Ache

Lyrics

Heroes don't bake And mothers use salt sparingly on their children's wounds Fables trapped on a bookshelf on a sinking ship Rolling to the starboard side, they reach through the night for the tide-line The words break slowly from their prisons in the water Covering the pages with blankets to remind them of a simpler time Sliding, sleepily and silently descending Leant into the moonlight and freed themselves from having to end Cowards can't swim And pharmacists drink secretly all your parеnts wine Make a bet with old friеnd on a camping trip Play upon his hopeful side, then steal from his corpse in the twilight Dead roses Dead time Dead time Dead roses Dead time Dead time Dead roses Dead time Dead time Dead roses Dead time Dead time Has anybody seen those sisters who used to live across the road? Cursed by self-respect, you said, barely human We thought they were just a story in the local newspaper sat next to a half-page advert for holidays in Tunisia Dead roses Dead time Dead time Dead roses Dead time Dead time Cowards can't swim But can they float?