Shinbone Soap

And the vampire Had not been Invited All the way in By the ones he loved By the ones he loved And the smell of blood Of the ones he loved Tricky timing Missing something Both too proud to Sits there listening Holding grudges Choosing quicksand Accidentally Reaching for the hand Of the one you love Of the one you love Of the one you love Of the one you love Bad behavior Missing something To the drama Of the quicksand Knowing better But still sinking Inward looking Both were trying Tried and tested, tied Tried and tested, tied To the one you love To the one you love They remembered Only silence Soap flakes falling By the roadside Holding onwards Out the window Writing fancy Manifestos For the ones you love For the ones you love For the ones you love For the ones you love And the radio And the bars of soap Holding on a shinbone