11th Fret

(album: Battle Of The Nudes - 2003)

So this is fucking off by degrees
And I suppose we turned out to be not quite Hawaii
But I can float back to sleep
'Cause at least you're lying to me

Like music that dances from glowing apartments
As shadows entwine into a creamy darkness
Like jewellery hung down from rich silhouettes
Portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects
All the colours of evening and the onset of lights
Like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing tonight

So this is enacting ecstasy
And I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti
But I can float back to sleep
'Cause at least you're lying to me

Like shovelling hope into the infinite us
Till the world surges in yelling, "This is a drug bust"
Might turn up the heat and make us into one person
But then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens
Till we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow
And we melt away, melt away, melt away, melt
Melt away, melt away, melt
Melt away, melt away, melt
Melt away, melt