Hasten The Blows

Sleeping in to two pm that's the kind

of life that's gonna kill you peel the

dust off from your eyes and slide into

the water rats inside the walls they sing

"another cup of sleep and he is under"

dancing on the crockery a kitchen full of

insect slaugher lonely we could be alright bring

on the chorus tonight these loves they never

last a heart that turn to glass the

moon is half a slice tonight but you

can't see it for the fog of summer

the fight you always try to keep still

scrape the paint and can't remember this love

that wakes at witching hour the moon prevokes

the tides to final softness girls in cars

and boys in bars fallen asleep to burnt

Decembers a figure caught beneath the blades you'll

sleep it off it's just a graze we'll

burn the ferris wheel in song and paralyse

these second glances parked on shattered asphalt dunes

and drunk on all of night times naked

splendour waking up a broken toy and plotting

to be underwater hasten the blows there's no

time to echo those summers.