Currents Convulsive

So long

Congratulations

Break a leg tonight

What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife

Crying backwards

Under bedroom lights

The operation

Congratulations

I don't think you'll ever want to love me

You'd better listen to your doctor, doctor

Sober up

And bury the empty cup

In a backyard of Seattle

We used to lie

When I sew you up

Don't let me

Stop bleeding

Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin

Won't let me go

Oh no, oh no

And they're ruining the mood

So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle

And I don't think you'll ever want to love me

You'd better listen to your doctor

Doctors lie, lie, lie

If the dollar is right

Oh my sweet little girl

Hold your mouth and you'll be alright

Gather round, gather round

Ladies and gentlemen

Come from far come from wide

The moment you've all been waiting for

Tonight!

Join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death

And the miracle of resurrection

Please understand me when

I'd rather see you dead

Than live without me

So thirsty for more

Beyond the sea blue light

I met the love of my life

She'd rather see me dead than face me

I like your starry eyes

They yell surprise, surprise

I'm in love, but not for long

Our operation

Call off the operation

Another wave has turned its back on me

Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see

Can't count on anything

For you I'd count the salt under the sea

If your delicate eyes don't blink someday

They might as well be gone