Paroles: The PAper ChAse. A Liver A Lung A Kidney A Thumb.

:
How could you,
let it in your house?
Let in your bed?
To the wall inlay,
another shiv instead.
So how did it taste,
when you kiss it on the face?
To when the blue eyes sail in from the north.
I guess you do what you do,
if you need to fill some empty space.

Anything you need from me,
the eight arms around you?
Another heart to pound for you?
Another set of awkward lungs
we breath up the air of men.
We don't pretend a liver, a lung, a kidney, a thumb
lies in some heart of some be-loved
because the best part is
you never know just what we're capable of.

Sleep with the fishes.

No one really knows anyone.
No one really knows anyone.
No one really knows anyone.
No one really knows anyone.
No one really knows anyone.
No one really knows anyone.
No one really knows anyone.
No one really knows anyone.

We do what we do,
to fill the empty space.
We do what we do,
to fill the empty space.
So how do I do?
I'm running out of space.
How do I do?
When the claws dig in to force me to the place.

You'll never live to see the ocean.
You'll never live to see the sky.
You'll never live to see any garden,
or drag the river and comply.

So clamp it like a compass,
and let me know where I should be.
And when it's cold and snowy,
warm the blood you froze in me.

I smell it on my sheets for days.
I smell it in my room.
I smell it on my hands for weeks,
these dirty hands all over you.

Anything you need from me,
the eight arms around you?
Another heart to pound for you?
Another set of awkward lungs
we breath up the air of men.
We don't pretend a liver, a lung, a kidney, a thumb
lies in some heart of some be-loved
because the best part is,
the best part is...

Sleep with the fishes.
Sleep with the fishes.
Sleep with the fishes.
Sleep with the fishes,
before I sleep with you.

My little nest of vipers.
My little Ms. Know-it-all.
My little nest of vipers.
My little Ms. Know-it-all.

Drive carefully, dear.