The Petals and Sand Lyrics
In Rome
Dear Host
Interlude
Missing Circus Freak
The Spin Astride
In Rome
When in Rome I cannot sleep
I lie awake and make-believe
That in the dead of the night
Lovers dry each other’s eyes but in the light,
There’s nothing
And nothing was before.
Still, I spend my hours yearning
For your arms.
For your arms.
When in Rome I prayed for sleep
For any dream to poison me
For near the breaking of the dawn
Horror whispered horror crawled
Whereas in the light,
There’s nothing
And nothing was before.
Still, I spend my hours yearning
For your arms.
But then it’s dreams that I am grieving
And water that I’m bleeding
And odd that I still feel, wrong that I still feel
Something at all
In Rome.
For your arms.
For your arms.
For your arms.
Dear Host
Taking everything you need?
And would I let it out, would I fight?
Would it tear me up, alive?
Would I say it’s time?
Would I say it’s time?
Would I say now’s the time?
Or keep it up,
Lie and say, “It’s fine.”
Alright, alright, if you say so.
Alright, alright, if you, if you say so.
Your voice, shattering, shattering the windows
Alright, alright if you say so.
I’m alright, but only if you say so.
Would my demons turn on themselves?
Would my words sew up my mouth?
Would you lean on me as I crawl?
Try to help me up, at all?
Would my tears drown,
Would my tears drown,
Would my tears drown the shame?
Would I try to walk, try to carry on in vain?
Alright, alright, if you, if you say so.
Your voice, shattering, shattering the windows
Alright, alright if you say so.
I’m alright, but only if you say so.
Are you kidding me?
It’s a shiver-kiss.
Am I cold enough for this?
I’m your favourite guest
Confined in space, won’t count the days.
And when we break, and when we’re dead.
Could we still pretend?
Alright, alright, if you say so.
Alright, alright, if you, if you say so.
Your voice, shattering, shattering the windows
Alright, alright if you say so.
I’m alright, but only if you say so.
Interlude
Get over it… It’s over.
Missing Circus Freak
Your insincerity.
It’s your friends who applaud
Your sweet insensitivity.
It’s the wave of your hand.
It’s your flair for neglect.
It’s the fact that I can’t let it go.
And the chance that the star of my show,
Was frightened away by you.
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen him?
It’s the ribbon from which we must swing
Held up by a safety pin.
How we swallow the knives, how we burn as we fly
Through the fire rings.
“Suppress to Sustain”.
It’s your cathartic dreams, in vain.
And the chance that the star of my show,
Was frightened away by you.
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen him?
It’s my fury, my loss, my in(sin)sanity.
It’s my friends who are begging me
To call off the search party.
It’s among you,
A ghost in costume.
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen him?
The Spin Astride
And spinning astride your own grave.
The funeral planning is dragging
It drags on for days.
The petals and petals and petals and sand,
Staining my hands.
Think it’s time, that I threw them away.
And there is no life dear.
No there is no life after death.
The term in itself is a joke,
It’s an ironic mess.
And grief comes full circle it spirals
And puts a nice new spin on loneliness.
Think it’s time that
That I gave it a rest.
That I put it to rest.
That I put it to rest.
Is drawing behind my back.
The scene has no ending they’re cutting
They’ve cut straight to black.
The waiting and waiting and waiting is mad.
When will it end?
Think it’s time that
That I gave it a rest.
I wrote you a story
In which I starve to death.
Locked in a room with the key
Buried safe in your hand.
Your coat on my shoulders,
The warming nostalgia
I’m done with that.
It’s time that I gave it a rest.
That I put you to rest.
That I put you to rest.