Lately the days
Feel more like spirits to chase
My nights are full of strangers
And even stranger ends
My love, there comes a time in everything
When these silent grips become ingrained
As the grooves a**embled on your skin
The machine of will
That shakes me constantly
Makes the silence behind me
Snarl like a swarm of bees
My love, the heart is strange and dissonant
I know I should be happier now
Than I've ever been
But stillness weighs heavy and cold on my skin
Darling, you've got to shake this
Shape you've been drifting in
Oh I used to think that this rage was living
But that movement feigns a lull so deceiving
When nothing has changed in your life
My love, there comes a time in everything
When these silent grips become ingrained
As the grooves a**embled on your skin