Empty Head

You went and put salt in my drink
Now I'm cross, you've got nothing to say
You give me the gun and I think
I'm a mess and I need you to stay
Why must I be the angry one?
I won't cry, a fine line between our love
I can't speak but you ask, what have I done?
Set aside from this ring system
Cover me in dust
Where magic lies with a fool's wisdom
Just below the crust
I fashion you to lay your soul
A mystic death was said
To bring the songs of cherubim
Into your empty head
And if our rapport is so sour
You're a big bank and IOU
I'll take your silence as a sign
You're a big shot, but who needs who?
Why must I be the angry one?
I won't cry, a fine line between our love
I can't speak but you ask, what have I done?
Set aside from this ring system
Cover me in dust
Where magic lies with a fool's wisdom
Just below the crust
I fashion you to lay your soul
A mystic death was said
To bring the songs of cherubim
Into your empty head
Set aside from this ring system
Cover me in dust
Where magic lies with a fool's wisdom
Just below the crust
I fashion you to lay your soul
A mystic death was said
To bring the songs of cherubim
Into your empty head