The hollow of the evening, the flicker of your love
the shadow of your bedside lamp outshines the stars above
the heights to which you drag me, just to hurl your scorn
the trumpets play the livelong day, but they blow so forlorn
do you hold the hand that held me down?
is your kindness just pretense?
when you stumble on your last go-round
who will come to your defense?
among your pigs and cowards, i take my daily meal
you said farewell so tastelessly with breadcrumbs at your heels
and i've unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears
and you hum under your breath, pretending not to hear
did you kiss the hand that held me down?
was your kindness just pretense?
and when there's dust upon your ragged crown
who will stand at your defense?
when i come back from this evening, to the flicker of your love
and madness from the hearts you claim as though you come for love (??? unsure about this)
and you watch me come for miles, from your white ivory tower
i've been around your every house, i come back every hour
could you be the hand that held me down?
when i'm sick with common sense
when your lowliness wants me around
when I (??? can't make this out)
and ever since your epitaph was splattered on my wall
no-one comes to call, they can't stand the stench
but i still sing your praises every time the curtain calls
I alone will stand at your defense.
alternate lyrics from live version; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3UU-bBipqw
The hollow of the evening, the flicker of your love the shadow of your bedside lamp outshines the stars above the heights to which you drag me, just to hurl your scorn the trumpets play the livelong day, but they blow so forlorn
do you hold the hand that held me down? is your kindness just pretense? when you stumble on your last go-round who will come to your defense?
among your pigs and cowards, i take my daily meal you said farewell so tastelessly with breadcrumbs at your heels and i've unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears and you hum under your breath, pretending not to hear
did you kiss the hand that held me down? was your kindness just pretense? and when there's dust upon your ragged crown who will stand at your defense?
when i come back from this evening, to the flicker of your love and madness from the hearts you claim as though you come for love (??? unsure about this) and you watch me come for miles, from your white ivory tower i've been around your every house, i come back every hour
could you be the hand that held me down? when i'm sick with common sense when your lowliness wants me around when I (??? can't make this out)
and ever since your epitaph was splattered on my wall no-one comes to call, they can't stand the stench but i still sing your praises every time the curtain calls I alone will stand at your defense.