The  Casualty  -  Cursive

  The  night  has  fallen  down  the  staircase

    And  I,  for  one,  have  felt  its  bruises

    Equilbrium;  inebriated

    Our  social  graces  have  been  displaced

    As  we  sink  deeper  into  the  drink

    The  volume  increases....

    Night  time  resurrects  fault  lines

  Silent  wars  --  rumble  somewhere  below

  The  surfaces  verses...

    The  surfaces  verses...

  The  shoe  is  dropped,  lungs  explode

  Shards  of  words  of  a  shattered  voice

  And  there's  still  a  hole  where  the  phone  was  thrown

    Ah  ah  ah  ah  ah  ah  ah  ah  ah...

    Ah  ah  ah  ah  ah  ah  ah  ah  ah...

    The  moon  is  rising,  a  revolution

    I  close  my  eyes  and  the  room  is  spinning

    You're  screaming:

  "Sweetie,  the  moon  has  raped  me  --

    It  has  left  its  seeds  like  a  tomb  inside  me

    So  I  must  learn  to  abort  these  feelings

    This  romance  is  bleeding..."

  Night  time  triggers  the  land  mines

  Bedroom  wounds  --  lovers  like  brigadiers

    Marching  two  by  two...

    Marching  two  by  two...

    A  soldier's  down

    Flood  gates  burst

  I've  said  some  things  I  wish  you'd  never  heard

    Like,  "There's  still  a  hole  where  the  phone  was  thrown."

    It's  growing  as  we  speak

    And  it's  sucking  us  both  in

    A  vacuum  of  sorrow  to  swallow  up  the  day