There's no heat left underfloor
A stranger in your bed
A thousand ears met last night
And still ring with what you said
You were cold and you were cruel
Another round to draw some blood
Always you choose to talk
So you don't sink into the mud
Wash black into the basin
Set the blood shot through your eyes
Eat breakfast at the table
As another morning dies
Take your body to the street
In the clothes you wore to dream
Your legs will stall and falter
As your brain bursts to the seams
(I'll take these small chances
These nights are just for me
I will stoke the dying embers
For all the world to see.)
As the pavemnt takes the pressure
You seek the bending links
In the chain of friendships you forged
More hollow than you think
The day will come full circle
Surrounded by those friends
Who took offense to your thoughts
On which your world depends
(I'll take these small chances
These nights are just for me
I will stoke the dying embers
For all the world to see.)
(When my pride begins to slip
And ruin rules my head
I start to name the faceless
Strangers in my bed)