Betrayal

Lyrics

Betrayal The blood of betrayal is on his hands Faith slips through fingers like desert sand Hope pinned like a tin badge On an alibi or two Brutal mercies, tender traps Charity, false or true A cast of tired nets The ebb and flow of tides The moon's hook and cradle A string of pretty lies Are you laughing now? Or do you cry? I walk away from these scenes Sad scenes Rendezvous of Watney's invention* I turn from these shadows of doubt Of artifice and searching Of distance and touch Touch She returns to the gentle placebo Of her one hundred cigarettes Ties a knot in her memory And remembers to forget To forget These hands are cold Those are not my gloves That is not my face in the mirror Death is that you? The trains roll in The trains roll out Step on the cracks and you're a dead man We won't hear your shout The blood of betrayal is on your hands Bruised love Bruised love slipping like fingers through the sand Are you crying now? Or do you laugh? She returns to the gentle placebo Of her one hundred cigarettes Ties a knot in her memory And remembers to forget To forget These hands are cold Those are not my gloves That is not my face in the mirror Death is that you?