[Whispers]
Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine
as you become aware of the satellites that call her name.
It's as if the ocean swallowed the city lights that we fell in love with.
Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the hands we held.
This is beginning to get ugly, dear.
To the lions you feed me
To the lions you feed me
To the lions you feed me
To the lions
[Whispers]
Now the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth.
the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth.
the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth.
the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth.
This is beginning to get ugly, dear
Now the tongue becomes
Now the tongue becomes
the bridge between the broken teeth.
Now the tongue becomes
the bridge between the broken teeth.
Now the tongue becomes
the bridge between the broken teeth.
Now you feed me to the lions-to the lions.
Now you feed me to the lions-to the lions.
How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees.
How we reach for each other only to die alone.
How we reach for the stars only to swim through the dead.
How we strive to connect only to fall apart-only to fall apart
Just between me and you I felt the rapture in your arms.
Just between me and you I think of dying in your arms
Just between me and you I felt the rapture in your arms.
Just between me and you I think of dying in your arms
