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(V1) The night has gone by
And closure eludes us.
If you don't have the words, then
We'll remain mute, until
Seven years after my cure
And you're still cancer.
We're victims of circumstance,
In a highly undignified
Spat between lovers,
But blow me a kiss from your
Cyanide lips, just the
Way that you look tonight.
(C1) And here
Is the place
For something to come forth
And scoop up the ashes,
And we're
Just figures and numerals.
The remnants and shadows
And whatever's left of this now
(V2) The silence is maddening,
The dance hall is deafening.
We throw down our arms,
But erupt like St. Helens
And spread out our ashes
Over cold ocean passes.
You still look so perfect,
But perplexed in your work.
It's not like you to kill,
But you never cease to slay me
Or to tear us apart.
(I'll wash up on your shore)
(C2) But here
Is the place
Where nothing will come forth
And tend to your mishaps,
And we're, too buried in apathy
Such senseless destruction that
The lord couldn't save you from now.

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from Whatever's Left (Deluxe Edition​)​+, released December 15, 2017

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