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