in blue music we trust
Singer:little comets
you think that you know me
my life is like a metaphor
for everything that's gone before
you tell me it's a failing
so quote to me from books you read
on what to think and how to need
use the same adjectives for the fortieth time
the death of all conversation
these words will defeat me
the death of all conversation
my life's becoming more defined
i see the kicks beneath her skin
and well worn is the promise that i keep inside
the death of all conversation
no words to complete this
no words to compete with this
the death of all conversation
and if it's frequent scent
'cause what i've got at home
i hope it makes you tremor
'cause what i've got at home
so when it all turns black
is what you've got at home
i only think of these words