Welcome to the last time
that You can buy my answer with less than a question.
I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren't so preoccupied
with taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap New Year's wine
that we call Your blood.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
In this garden I'm waiting anxiously
for my children to come and murder me.
In this crowded room, staring nervously lovers lick at their lips and wait for the kiss.
I've been sharpening
my teeth for this moment
and I'll stab with my lips but You've already won
Is there no resolution?
Well, I'll call these rafters my gallows,
and strung up by day-old party streamers
in the back of my mind I can see
the merlot dripping from Your hands and feet
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After The Sirens - Curare On Your Lips Lyrics
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Welcome to the last time
that You can buy my answer with less than a question.
I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren't so preoccupied
with taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap New Year's wine
that we call Your blood.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
In this garden I'm waiting anxiously
for my children to come and murder me.
In this crowded room, staring nervously lovers lick at their lips and wait for the kiss.
I've been sharpening
my teeth for this moment
and I'll stab with my lips but You've already won
Is there no resolution?
Well, I'll call these rafters my gallows,
and strung up by day-old party streamers
in the back of my mind I can see
the merlot dripping from Your hands and feet
that You can buy my answer with less than a question.
I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren't so preoccupied
with taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap New Year's wine
that we call Your blood.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
In this garden I'm waiting anxiously
for my children to come and murder me.
In this crowded room, staring nervously lovers lick at their lips and wait for the kiss.
I've been sharpening
my teeth for this moment
and I'll stab with my lips but You've already won
Is there no resolution?
Well, I'll call these rafters my gallows,
and strung up by day-old party streamers
in the back of my mind I can see
the merlot dripping from Your hands and feet