Instant distractions. Delayed reaction.
I sense an accident waiting to happen.
Oh sensibly I'm waiting to see.
They don't show it, no they won't know it.
In your absent mind a letter will unfold.
It's the same old story that never gets told.
It's designed to where you mind's realigned,
You'll fight to be my concubine.
Feel it breathe and let it settle under your skin.
The words they whisper, see where their faces have been.
So you strive to accelerate to this higher level.
But the ground's unsettled and you're left bedevilled.
In the matter of time, we'll bury the hatchet.
But for one last time, you can't have it.
Our differences still remain the same,
and I'll be the wolf at the door with its cheek turned the other way.
Our differences still remain the same.
Hiding skeletons.
To ease the discomposure to what you refer,
to be the role of disbelieving of what you've reassured.
Our differences still remain the same.
Hiding skeletons.
Instant distractions. Delayed reactions.
I sense and accident waiting to happen.
Oh sensibly I'm waiting to see.
They don't show it, no they don't know it.
So burn them now and we'll all be even.
And I'll be around next time, evening.
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