Cursive - The Casualty Lyrics
the night has fallen down the staircaseand i,for onehave felt its bruisesequilibrium: inebriatedour social graces have been displacedas we sink deeperinto the drink,the volume increases...night time reurrects fault linessilent wars - rumble somewhere belowthe surfaces verses.the shoe is droppedlungs explodeshards of words of a shatterd voiceand there's still a hole where the phone was thrownthe moon is risinga revolutioni close my eyes and the room is spinningyou're still screaming"sweetie, the moon has raped me-it's left its seeds like a tomb inside me."so i must learn to abort these feelingsthis romance is bleeding...night time triggers the land minesbedroom wounds - lovers like brigadiersmarching two by twoa soldier's downflood gates bursti've said some things i wish you'd never heardlike, "there's still a hole where the phone was thrown."it's growing as we speak,and it's sucking us both ina vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day
