Testo Wallpaper Of Skin

She's crying in
the wallpaper made of skin
All the pictures look
afflicted by
the horror of the room they're in
The drapes, they are all drawn
and all the furniture is gone
Not willing to leave this behind
she knows that she must keep on trying
So she does

All the while
you look on
with a smile
at her song that you think you know what it's all about
Moths at the flame,
you will never know
anything like she does, but you think you know what it's all about

She's crying in
all those places that you've been
like the tank that was her heart so fullyou'd sooner sink than swim
Longing inspired by what transpired in telephone wires
hang from claws of of love like bats above
and only fuel her fire ever hire

All the while
you look on
with a smile
at her song that you know think you know what it's all about
Moths at the flame,
you will never know
anything like she does
, but you think you know what it's all about

All the tinsel
in the vineyard
she has tangled
in her innards
You've outspun her
nimble spider
see your future
there inside her
then see new insinuations
Dirty ivory
divinations
Play your fate
and cast your spells
Now she is but a wishing well

All the while
you look on
with a smile
at her song that you know what it's all about
Moths at the flame,
you will never know
anything like she does, but you think you know
but you think you know
but you think you know what it's all about