Lyrics

Locked in a room like a tom To fall from bed to sickness And no one to witness This mess I'm left with And you thought this moment was just a tickle in your throat An itch on the roof of your mouth So cut off the ear and laugh like a smile [?] (Are you here?) Is this the way all stories end? (Believe me, dear) I'd rather swallow tassles than tacks [?] Locked in a room like a tom To fall from bed to sickness And no one to witness This mess I'm left with My ideas are crucified on this cross, so thin and loose But these nails are slowly slipping through the boards This gauze is stopping blood This gauze is soaked twice through, leaving us stained This gauze is stopping blood This gauze is soaked twice through, leaving us stained