No Explanation - The Church

You pull the sheets around you throat

Talking like the harpy again

I’ve got this heartache in my coat

Since I don’t remember when

It’s guaranteed to live and to bleed

And you feed it with your bitterest lies

Hope you can see what that’s done to me

But I don’t care to look into your eyes

There’s no explanation

Dreamtongued man from the golden land

Standing with the keys to your door

I had to laugh as I shook his hand

Didn’t know he’d been here before

I know him well but I never can tell

If he sees right through my futile disguise

Hope you can see what that’s done to me

But I don’t care to look into your eyes

There’s no explanation

Walking alone down the path to your home

On a silent and sensual day

It almost could be my very own

Before I went and lost my way

Directions aren’t clear when you’re standing here

And you cheer me with your faithless surprise

Hope you can see what that’s done to me

But I don’t care to look into your eyes

There’s no explanation