Unspeakable Things

Unspeakable things Written longhand in your diary Unspeakable things In bags piled into a phone booth Pressed against glass Shouted aloud alone in gear at a red light Unspeakable things Stored at a high rate of interest Everything That you've done Laid out here One by one Caught on tape And compiled No one could ever ever try and forgive Unspeakable things Gathered and sold at auction Unspeakable things Go on overlooked in the kitchen Out the back window, through to the laneway Drawn in chalk then washed away Remember that day turns to night And cries for blood at the Cinesphere What you'd say If we could see Every day Every key If we got in By brute force You never ever could go home again You're never going home again "Oh what a night," sings the heir "How's your heart still beating?" "Oh what a night," sings the heir "How's your heart still beating out time?"