they re singing bread of heaven but they re baking it with our dough living as common criminal but acting local hero wish i d savoured that awkward little silence that grew up to be a deafening hush curling up cuddling a big red button to push the students spilling out at the bus stop are forcing me to walk in the street i move against the tide of the tourists i am lacking but they re looking replete he s playing dickhead s advocate and every date s a house show i m dropping my defences til libido s my libero and if you re keeping track of the notches even if he had a four poster bed he d be sleeping on a pile of woodchip plucking splinters from his head the students spilling out at the bus stop are forcing me to walk in the street i move against the tide of the tourists i am lacking but they re looking replete my vision is fading it s blurry there are fingerprints all over the sun we re glad to be loved but we re lonely and we feel like we re the only ones i m hung empty all night all afternoon hung empty horse and not bride and groom hung empty the world spins but we ll barricade the room hung empty hang onto me and we ll quarantine the gloom i ve been penning odes to continental bottled lager bring its mouth to my lips oh holy holy i do not know what i d do without you we kneel at different altars but we all desire the same for someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim we re small steps down a steep slope exist as living proof not right to call this old age but it certainly ain t youth no more this certainly ain t youth  i wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones for you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us oh would you let me rest in your flesh rolls lay my languor in the calm of your shade sink into its dark until i lose my hands in front of my face the students spilling out at the bus stop are forcing me to walk in the street i move against the tide of the tourists i am lacking but they re looking replete my vision is fading it s blurry there are fingerprints all over the sun i m glad to be loved but i m lonely and i feel like i m the only one i m hung empty all night all afternoon hung empty horse and not bride and groom hung empty the world spins but we ll barricade the room hung empty hang onto me and we ll quarantine the gloom feels like i ve been waiting on it nearly all my life but what if this is it now what if this is how we die feels like i ve been waiting on it nearly all my life but what if this is it now what if this is how we die 1