LYRICS

A Little Vulture Told Me

I can feel the leaky faucet of my butane brain
Flood the sad and lonely streets that pollute your veins
And I’m tired of wanting you to need me

I watch you writhe and wriggle with itchy skin
Sharing a sleeping bag with truth is not an easy thing
And I’m tired of watching you destroy you

What have you got to lose? I’m not here for you to lose

I was trying to fill the hole inside my stupid heart
When you picked me up and placed me back into the darkest part
Of a story of a vulture that leaves you picked apart
It’s no wonder I was lazy with trying not to lose

I’m not here for you to lose. What have you got to lose?

I was carving out a way for us to dine and dash
We’ve got fear to keep us company and of course panache
I was crying when you told me you were trying not to laugh

The Language of Eyes (album)

Big Fish Too Soon

Let your hair down, I want to save you
They fed you to the big fish too soon
I hung around with your demon last night
He said that I brought comfort 
But could never make you alright

Alright, alright, alright. 

You ran into my cousin last week
She didn’t call you by your new name
You said you had a dream about me that I died
She told you I was fine but 
you didn’t call to see if I was

Alright, alright, alright.

Let your hair down, I want to save you
They fed you to the big fish too soon
You said that there were three of them, 
You didn’t put up a fight
They left you in the snow and you were not

Alright, alright, alright.

Cheek & Bruise

On awnings and gravestones, engraved in my bones
I didn’t see you arrive
But I best be going, I only came ‘cause I heard you were gunna be here
Oh, talk is cheap
Don’t entertain the notion
I’m too big to sit on your knee
And too small to devour your devotion

I stride into the fancy restaurant
Get myself a table by the window
Sir, can you direct me to the bathroom 
if you’re not too busy?
Expensive smile, whitened to the T
Gee, I’m sure glad I’m not the one 
who has to scrub these toilets

Young blood, lovely face
An existence stronger than a myth, 
as useful as a rake
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back
In each cheek and bruise
And I’ve got a lot of it, 
I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

I used to sit and wait 
And drop everything if you happened to need me
Now you say that you couldn’t care less 
if you never ever saw me
Well I’ll go away, a thoughtless misplacement
There’s always room for that 
unwavering replacement

I feel like a three-legged dog being 
forced to pull a sled of raw meat
But if it was written from the heart 
then I don’t have to transpose anything
What’s the use? I was only trying to savour you
Time is just a series 
of four-dollar photo booth snapshots 

Young blood, lovely face
An existence stronger than a myth, 
as useful as a rake
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back
In each cheek and bruise
And I’ve got a lot of it, 
I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

Young blood, ugly face
An existence stronger than a myth, 
as useless as a rake
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back
In each cheek and bruise
And I’ve got a lot of love stashed away for you.

Pantomime

I stood there all in black, with my face painted white
Noticing the frame that fit around you
I said what I didn’t mean, I left without being seen
Miming all the while the wall between us

Then you leaned in for a kiss
But you couldn’t get past that which separated us
You wore my summer dress
You looked like a photograph of happiness

You said: 
“Come a little closer, I promise I won’t bite.”
I knew you didn’t want to be alone. 
Your halo was glowing when I visited you that night
But you sounded so defeated on the phone. 

I stood among the crowd, feeling like a ghost
Remembering a time when we were strangers
I laughed the memory off, but love is like a cough
Even a small one can’t be concealed

Then you leaned in for a kiss
But you couldn’t get past that which separated us
You wore my summer dress
You looked like a photograph of happiness

You said: 
“Come a little closer, I promise I won’t bite.”
I knew you didn’t want to be alone. 
Your halo was glowing when I visited you that night
But you sounded so defeated on the phone. 

You sounded so defeated on the phone
You sounded so defeated on the phone
You sounded so defeated on the phone.

As It Seems

Sitting on a park bench waiting outside
You tell me to run but I wish to hide
Deep in the center of your chest pocket
So I lean in close to you so dear
Tell you all the things you don’t want to hear
Until your heart expands, arms outstretched

But that’s the problem with embraces
I don’t wanna let go and face it:
That we all collide, just to drift apart again
But at least I’m not as sad as I used to be
At least I know the meaning of sanity
A little less afraid of morning light

Lover without a lover, friend without a friend
Pay attention to the signs at every dead end
Nothing is as it seems and yet everything is
Another chance to receive all that 
you’ve ever had to give

Feeling distraught and so confused
All I wanna do is comfort you 
and abandon myself, yet again.
But I can’t go back to those days no more
It was different then, now I can’t ignore
All that I have learned between the lines

All the ghosts of who we used to be 
Float around sometimes inside of me
That’s why I still bruise easily
But I refuse to be defined 
By all that I have failed to find
I may not know who I am, 
but at least I know who I’m not. 

Charming Walls

I ask you another question Just to hear your voice
I walk past your workplace
Like I have a choice
If only the moon had not skimmed my skin that night
Like a song on your pillow, a plight

And there you were like you never were 
Like a faded love like light for life
Flickering about like I’m the one to blow you out

Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change
Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change
Your fur was so warm on my wall
Your fur was so warm on my wall

To be killed in a moment
Gorge then gasp
There’s refuge in recollection
Or regret, perhaps
If only I had not hung you on my wall
But for a painting you were so beautiful

And there you were like you always were
Like a faded love like light for life
Flickering about like I’m the one to blow you out

Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change
Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change
Your fur was so warm on my wall
Your fur was so warm on my wall

(Somewhere, tin girl, somewhere, in need….)
(Somewhere, tin girl, somewhere, in need….)

Like Losing

If I was time, would you kill me?
Would you light up with your friends 
drunk in melancholy?
Laughing about how all of this 
doesn’t even matter anymore
When the one you love becomes 
banished from your door

And your core aches
I feel it like a weed
At the bottom of the lake
Plucked from the womb
Courageously awake
Like a sick fish
Waiting for the bait

If I was time, I would kill me
I wouldn’t be getting in the way constantly
I would not be a thief to the night
And a sickened saviour by the day 
I would be hooked on the fact
That I wouldn’t have anything to say

Forever and a day
My core will ache
I feel it like a weed
At the bottom of the lake
Plucked from the womb
Courageously awake
Like a sick fish
Waiting for the bait

The Beauty of Decay

He said: “One day you’re going to run out of skin, 
And then no one will be around.
Yeah, one day you’re going to run out of skin, 
And then no one will stick around.”

Do you ever wish you could 
work as hard as you cry?
Do you ever wish you could 
laugh as much as you lie?
Do you ever feel it all: 
mad and sad and free?
Do you ever wish you were 
as happy as you are lonely?

She said: “One day maybe I will kick this thing, 
But nothing is forever so don’t expect anything.
Yeah, one day maybe you will understand 
When you lose both your parents 
and your kids and your man.”

Do you ever wish you could 
work as hard as you cry?
Do you ever wish you could 
laugh as much as you lie?
Do you ever feel it all: 
mad and sad and free?
Do you ever wish you were 
as happy as you are lonely?

Yeah one day I might run out
Of skin and then no one will be around
Yeah one day I might run out
Of skin and then who’s gunna stick around?

Perfect Avocado

Open book, and out it fell
A business card to mark the spell
Can you tell me why you chase all your tails
Then chew them off without 
falling in love with feeling like Braille?
Oh, the things I chose not to see
The girl I tried not to be,
So close to reality. 

Oh the things we tell ourselves, 
they’ll kill us in time
Oh the things I tell myself, 
they keep me confined

I am a moth without wings
With eyes for ears, no song to sing
Reaching for the glow
Then there’s you, candle-faced silhouette
I cannot trace you out in this place
I do recall when you said
You would not light the waterbed
If I wasn’t there to blow it out. 

Oh the things we tell ourselves, 
they’ll kill us in time
Oh the things I tell myself, 
they keep me confined

So I hail a cab to take me away
To where the rivers flow 
with letters of your name

The Language of Eyes

You speak of romance as if it were a disease
As if your hopeless heart wanders 
and would much rather be
In my hands when it lands

And your words resonate within me
How long until I start to bleed?
And your words resonate within me
How long until I stop to bleed?

Honey I’ll tie a string to your eye
Honey I’ll tie a string to your ear
Honey I’ll tie a string to your heart
And when it gets heavy, when it gets tired
I’ll be there to pull it
‘Cause I know we can never be you and I
When we are around everyone else
So give a little tug anytime
When your heart gets heavy, 
when your heart gets tired
And I’ll be there to pull it

All that separates us now is inevitable time
Quietly counting the moments 
I wished you were mine
When to why, the language of eyes
And again

Your words resonate within me
How long until I start to bleed?
And your words resonate within me
How long until I stop to bleed?

Will you forgive me when I opt to forget myself?

The Outskirts of Optimism

When I grow up, I want to die
When I die, I want to be in your arms. 
My ma left me for the blade
My pa left me for the bottle, I was eight. 
But I didn’t tell a soul
Now all I get for Christmas 
Is a large lump of coal.

I used up my one and only lifeline
Now I’m riding on a smile and a shoeshine

I can’t remember how to cry
When I cry, I want to be in your arms.
You left me for the machine
I loved you, I was only thirteen.
But I didn’t tell a soul
Now I suppose you, 
Well you will never know. 

I used up my one and only
I screwed up but darling, I will love you only. 

(mouth trumpet solo)

I used up my one and only lifeline
Now I’m riding on a smile and a shoeshine

But I ain’t complaining, I’m just waiting
On the other line, I’m on the other line
And I’m sure I’ll be fine.