your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned
a beige suit and dinner
but the cooker is cocky
a metal disc jockey
my glassine dream
floating down a cotton stream
all i hear is just the background
to make everything disappear
but you made it all clear
you made it all clear
damned is our feast on this night
your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned
