I can see through the seams
'Neath the pale, thinly veiled bending trees, resting in temptress sleeves
Helplessly protecting stems and seeds, broken leaves, smoke and weeds
Where once grew white lily, now grows not anything
If you could be, then you would be left in dreams, endlessly
Dressed and clean, kept pristine, safe in my memories
Well here's your chance to be transient, to shed your skin
I was afraid you were growing up
All those nights spent alone throwing up
I refuse to be another ghoul
You weren't the one, I was the one fooled
I was the one fooled
Well here's your chance to be transient
To shed your skin
I was afraid you were growing up
All those nights spent alone throwing up
I refuse to be another ghoul
You weren't the one, I was the one fooled
I'm a fool
(I'm still in a dream. I'm searching for you. There'll be no one else)
Every step that I take up this ladder
I can hear you singing, I can hear you singing
And you keep on asking, you keep on asking
"This is good isn't it?"
I said the world would be better off without snakes
Every step that I take up this ladder
I can hear you singing
And you keep on asking
"This is good isn't it?"
I said the world would be better off without snakes
And I promised I'd haul us up this mountain
Til we found our recognition
A regret I harbour
So often I find, the mouth says things that the mind wishes it didn't
And the mouth wishes it had listened
But through the mouth of the harbour, those words go swimming
And the bastard's still singing (Just like old times)
Singing songs for quiet consideration
Turned to hymns of deafening neglect, and ignorance
But you keep on asking, "this is good, isn't it?"
No old friend, I'm sorry, but it isn't
Some snakes won't ever stop hissing
If you listen, you can hear the bastard's singing
He's singing
"Long live the high tide, and long live the low
But above all, long live the difference"
How fitting