The Casualty - Cursive

The night has fallen down the staircase

And I, for one, have felt its bruises

Equilbrium, inebriated

Our social graces have been displaced

As we sink deeper into the drink

The volume increases

Night time resurrects fault lines

Silent wars rumble somewhere below

The surfaces versus

The surfaces versus

The shoe is dropped, lungs explode

Shards of words of a shattered voice

And there’s still a hole where the phone was thrown

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

The moon is rising, a revolution

I close my eyes, and the room is spinning

You’re screaming, «Sweetie, the moon has raped me

It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me

So I must learn to abort these feelings

This romance is bleeding»

Night time triggers the land mines

Bedroom wounds, lovers like brigadiers

Marching two by two

Marching two by two

A soldier’s down

Flood gates burst

I’ve said things I wish you’d never heard

Like, «There's still a hole

Where the phone was thrown»

It’s growing as we speak

And it’s sucking us both in

A vacuum of sorrow

To swallow up the day