Listen to the sounds of ringing out around you
These are the cries of a dying breed
Politics of hate you’d never get around to
Blood over brains that we never need
I saw you in the back, studied and relaxed
Fixed in the post like a silent stone
Serenity in tact, it’s the feeling that I lack
Life in the floors of a stable home
I can trace you on paper like a sketch of a smell
You’re what breath to a runner in contest
In close to the nerve, but you rest so far away
And I have to give it up someday
Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me
Pretending in a love like this
I have no choice but to put you in back of me
Don’t cover my footsteps
Dead weight all right, I know you’re no good for me
Dead weight all right, I know you’re no righteous leader
You’re dead weight all right, that’s fine, you get your hands off me
You’d have to touch me with kid gloves
You have to touch me with kid gloves
By me to the wind, you talk me out of standstill
I never felt so alive at once
Finger to the quick, yes I can feel your hand still
Pressed to the drain of the common months
Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a miserable fuck
Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a tireless bore
Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m invisibly stuck all in myself
Yes I’m a vanity whore
Beause it’s race and it’s power at the center of life
We abide to the people who need us
But you’re the kind of person who could understand that fault
And I hope to measure you someday
Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me
Pretending in a love like this
I have no choice but to put you in back of me
Don’t cover my footsteps
Dead weight all right, I know you’re no good for me
Dead weight all right, I know you’re no righteous leader
Dead weight all right, that’s fine, you get your hands off me
You’d have to touch me with kid gloves
You’d have to touch me with kid gloves
Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a miserable fuck
Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a tireless bore
Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m invisibly stuck all in myself
Yes I’m a vanity whore
When you compromise yourself like that
It’s dead occasion
So even on friendship (?)
Dead weight all right, I know you’re no good for me
Dead weight all right, I know you’re no righteous leader
Dead weight all right, that’s fine, you get your hands off me
You’d have to touch me with kid gloves
You’d have to touch me with kid gloves
Thanks to Alison for these lyrics
Thanks to Alison Cunningham for these lyrics
