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Delicate Cutters Lyrics
It's just the lack
Of time I keep
Reaching out, lashing out
It's just the lines
Run down the walls
I can't believe they never fall
The walls never leave
And the walls begin to scream
Ah
And my toes against the wall
I stare ahead
The door inside the wall
Your face inside the door
You crawl across the room
The picture never moves
My books are very still
You slide to my feet
You slide across the floor
I throw your head across the ice
I throw my head through a window
Crash
Like poetry
It's four o'clock, I'm waiting
Your face appears
I keep forgetting your name
While I'm writing this, you
You crash through the wall
You fall off the floor
I slide your head across the ice
I throw my hands through the window
Crash
Like gods
A room
Full of delicate cutters
All sitting down, the room has many doors
All but one of them are closed
She goes around
(Remember)
Opening the doors
This has another ending
Full of innocent children
One of them are closed
She goes around
This has another ending
(Remember the room)
Full of delicate cutters
Opening the doors
Of time I keep
Reaching out, lashing out
Run down the walls
I can't believe they never fall
The walls never leave
And the walls begin to scream
And my toes against the wall
I stare ahead
The door inside the wall
Your face inside the door
You crawl across the room
My books are very still
You slide to my feet
You slide across the floor
I throw my head through a window
Crash
Like poetry
Your face appears
I keep forgetting your name
While I'm writing this, you
You crash through the wall
You fall off the floor
I throw my hands through the window
Crash
Like gods
Full of delicate cutters
All sitting down, the room has many doors
All but one of them are closed
She goes around
(Remember)
Opening the doors
Full of innocent children
One of them are closed
This has another ending
(Remember the room)
Full of delicate cutters
Opening the doors
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mental illness is a real bitch
Listening to this song in isolation when it comes up in my iTunes shuffle or whatever, maybe it's not the Muses' best or most powerful song—but coming at the end of that first album, it's almost too intense to endure. The first time I met Kristin Hersh, I asked her how she could bear to sing this song, and she answered, "What's the alternative? To have this song in my head and not let it out? Nobody could survive that."
Every book I read in late 1986 is more powerful in my memory, just because at some point I listened to the end of this album while reading it. I still vividly remember being moved by the part of the "Doctor Who and the Dalek Invasion of Earth" novelization where the Doctor leaves his granddaughter behind, but it wasn't until I was getting choked up over my physics textbook that I realized what was really going on.