curse the grime and curse the stains on the air and on the skin of the bed i'm tied within. hiding from the twitch and crash
of the mood i hear you hatch. you're the mother growing cold - you're the bath now running old. i can feel the wall between us separate the filthy scene
as i push the door aside - swallow
swallow
swallow
smile. i wander round the gulf between us
wonder how i came to feel as fragile as a broken bone
as useless - i'm a broken bone. come on let's fight let's feel alive. come on let's fight let's feel alive - it's the only feeling i've kept towards you that resembles any passion