The cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor;
A dry desert-plain that begs for more, than mine and yours casual conversation
The brown grassy hills of your wall to wall — the fake ancient war-chest beats
in the hall
And the prophetic words in the library all
Speak of isolation
Always forever but never like this
There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss
In white pregnant layers of linen clouds
You’re hiding deep in their womblike shroud
Each stillborn morning seems extremely loud — designed to smash your face in Always forever but never like this
There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss.(2x)
The cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor;
A dry desert plain that begs for more
Than casual conversation
You’re learning to live with his many faces the rub is he’s hard in all the
wrong places
Always forever but never like this
There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss
Yeah
Always forever but never like this
There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss