It's a sun-soaked secret
No dedication
To evenings anymore
We still keep it
Teapot arguments
Lay dead on the floor
I went to sleep before bedtime
I went deaf cause the look of my chime
I've been taught that the rest is silence
Warmth roars at me as beautiful violence
My steps wake the patio
Someone's still sleeping
On the cross
We need to put on a show
To level with everything
That we've lost
I like to leap over the scars
And land my finger
On your face
Arrive at the crooked stars
That fell on your back
To fill our space
I went to sleep before bedtime
I went deaf cause the look of my chime
I've been taught that the rest is silence
Warmth roars at me as beautiful violence