The Casualty lyrics
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Artist: Cursive Album: Domestica
Lyrics
The night has fallen down the staircase And i, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced
As we sink deeper into the drink The volume increases... Night time resurrects fault lines Silent wars -- rumble somewhere below The surfaces verses.. The surfaces verses.. The shoe is dropped, lungs explode Shards of words of a shattered voice And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.. Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah..
The moon is rising, a revolution I close my eyes and the room is spinning You're screaming:
"Sweetie, the moon has raped me -- It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me So I must learn to abort these feelings This romance is bleeding..."
Night time triggers the land mines Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers Marching two by two.. Marching two by two.. A soldier's down Flood gates burst I've said some things I wish you'd never heard Like, "there's still a hole where the phone was thrown." It's growing as we speak And it's sucking us both in A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day
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