The Sound of Coming Down - The Long Winters

Quit hiding that you’re trying to get close to me

i believe it’s the one thing you said without smiling

it’s dubious or it’s cruel

i’m losing my homemade cool

are you fueling the loose ends?

are you cooling your jets?

you hide in my bed and i’m hiding in my bed

i can’t face the cold, grey cold

you can’t play nursemaid and be the crazy patient

hey, you know nobody’s chasing us

this is the honest sound of coming down

press your lips against the cool glass of my face

bear down on the lost art of having skin

one false move came too late

to save your favorite place from the silent sin

are you needling me for not knowing the date?

can you see me better for all this finger-tracing?

at least we have blankets in our cage

the last time you remembered to put out your fire

you said: hey!