Testo Actors

I won’t comment on your words or the silence in your curse,
I won’t count the times we tried for a stranger life,
I won’t criticise your thoughts or your appetite for war,
I won’t calculate your chance of a fine romance,
But I do know that sometimes we just spiral through life and I’m staggered by the pace as you turn my way
And we move like actors on a burning mattress
And we're bold like tattoos in the crowded avenues,
And I’m falling, falling like a song she's calling And I’m falling, falling like a song
I won't entertain your claims, your belligerent exchange,
I'm not shattered by yours charms my blue-veined one,
I don't need to be the last of the horrors of your past,
I've not sympathy for love, it's a weapon that you have