Only Living Witness - Voice Of Disrepair Lyrics
Not exactly taciturn, he shared his bottle openlyBattered, banished, ill-rememberedTerrified of something seenWe grew to reek of martyrdomAnd (our) mutual misanthropyCertain pleasures taken from himNever meant to want to beEmptier known as a numberLack of luck would not explainHis traveling for safety's sanction"Standing on his head an alwaysLanding on his feet"Casting blame and laughingIn facetious conversationCertain pleasures in return heNever meant to want to beEmptier known an a numberThey found him cold this morningThey found him cold at dawn