Imprimer - Paroles Mania

Times like this
Make a lonely man out of me
Make a little lonely boy who's left
A little too long on the bottom step

I'll find myself an empty train
Take my time, choose a place to lay
Where I figure how much depends
On little dancing voices inside my head

I have summoned to hide behind
Cushioned between my archetypes
As they fought on foreign lands
And trip like dominoes at my hands

And I hold myself under coat
So that no one can snatch my throat
As the tungsten dawn fades in
I'll find yet again I'm not listening

Your sound is merely there
I've tried before, but I barely care
Your skin holds to familiar shapes
I'll try again, lay carefully bare

To sleep again in another bed
To dream of star-crossed lovers wed
To fuck again in another's head
Thighs slowly open to yield the thread

Every breath that drips from her
Aching limb becomes a blur
Half-dead vacuum of space
Euphoric waves float to her face

I'll find a reason to yearn again
I'll find a reason to yearn again
I'll find a reason to yearn again
I'll find a reason to yearn again

From Paroles Mania