East of the Wall - Handshake In Your Mouth lyrics

The distant mock of warmth: an aftertaste of the bodies' greeting collision You'll never feel that again I thought I saw a rising tide dissolving the streets, and leaving blank shores I strained to hear the distant waves encroaching, eroding wood and home I can't recall the sound of footsteps, the scent of skin It washed away with the taste of ashes. I grind my teeth but it's gone As we walk, we'll pa** through the last of night, sick with dust and smiles The mock of warmth: you'll never feel that again