When you leave us through the patient doors

That rattle in your ears will be the sound of our applause

Rapturous, considered and due

The nasty laughter and desperate smirks

Are tangled in the boredom where our brittle kisses lurk

Well, how can I believe you when you can't believe your luck?

And the shards of past attraction lie visible but shy and blunt and weak

And worn away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak

Oh, the shards of past attraction lie visible but shy and blunt and weak

And worn away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak

In the trap

You only want to be the first to laugh

You only want to be the first in a sandtrap

You only want to be the first to laugh

And your climbing holds and cinder claws

Ring out like the calenture that you sent us all towards

Farewell, farewell, farewell