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