Renaissance - Sycamour

I’ve heard it all before

All the sob stories

Start with you gotta get out, end with you didn’t want in

I’ve heard it all before

«A professional lover»

It’s more than most can speak for

Paint me a picture with your waist now, honey;

Whoa-oh, and come over

Dilapidated veneer;

Champagne on your snakeskin lips

Like we were celebrating the death of your innocence

God Damn.

Lap dances to funeral hymns

To pay him, cause you don’t want nothing to do with them

Life drained from this house just like a virgin crime

Paint me a picture with your waist now, honey;

Whoa-oh, and come over

Hey, I think you’re afraid

Don’t pray for us

You can’t save us;

We never asked you to

You can’t save us;

Living with nothing to lose

I know you.

I know you, soul

I’ve read those lines before

I’ve played that song;

On the radio, in the obituaries

I’ve held that shovel before.

(Yeah)

Mine was made to bury;

Dark things.

Dark Places;

Cold nights.

Lives wasted away in the light

You’re so much better in the night;

When you’re faceless

I’m faithless