The Conversation

Elliott

tonight is a perfect disaster of a ratio of two days 
in your mouth is just perfectly shaped 
to say the wrong things to me 
this bed is a perfect example 
that relations are to blame 
I feel certain this ones on my own conversation is to blame you 
found the way to circle 

and cover the sky moderation's to blame 
I feel the course is black and the compass is worn 
i feel the conversation gone away 
I feel certain that once was enough 
ill keep it right here close to base 
I'm feeling star sick and tired of this constellation 
ill keep it right here and far away 
you found the way dionysus burning 
you feel around what they say you try to walk right down 
to this world dreams under cost 

what they say you try to walk right down to this world 
kissed lovers lost 
what they say you try to walk right down to this world 
you're sold boxed and locked on time lips locked 
and lined is what they say you try to walk right down to this world 

suits under line what they say as 
and I clearly walk right down to this world 
to talk to you one last time tin covered call is mine 
with clicks from the rusted line 
sin colored call is mine 
delivered on other side burn down the river 
feel I divorce your kind 
then I just burn down the river feel 
I divorce your kind feel I default on myself 
feel I've got to divorce some kind 
feel across myself 
then I finally wake up 

and I finally found your kind 
then I sit silent for some time 
then I just burn down the river 
then I sit silent for some time