The Casket Lottery - Deepset And Longlashed Lyrics

Deepset and longlashed
you ask me for a hand,
knowing that I'm helping you sink.
You ask me what I think,
and you know that I'll lie.
It's all wrong.
It's all going wrong.
So deepset and longlashed you ask me for a hand,
knowing I am helping you sink.
You ask me what I think,
and you know that I'll lie.
But it's four in the morning,
and no fair warning was fair enough
for a boy who held out his hand.
And it's four in the morning,
and no fair warning was fair enough
for a boy like me.