The Casualty

The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one have felt its bruises Equilibrium, inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink deeper into the drink The volume increases Nighttime resurrects fault lines Silent wars rumble somewhere below The surfaces versus, the surfaces versus 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's left its seeds like a tomb inside me So I must learn to abort these feelings This romance is bleeding" Nighttime 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