I guess it couldn't last - this burrow that we keep this haven from the feast We hear them in the day we see them in our sleep you said you wanna leave You want to see the world and figure out what's left I know what I saw I want to rest We got breakfast cereals galore but you say the milk's gone bad I'm thinking, "Is that a metaphor?" You say what at first felt safe now feels trapped and making love in this place is just a tribute to the past but I have no complaints - I block out the screaming with the sound system found in the back I say the problem isn't us it's a world insisting on itself but you insist there's no health to be found just eating off the shelf You put your hand on my heart and push me back a little like you want to be apart or maybe want to make it start up again Baby, I know that I'm starting to act just like them... numb, spent I feel verbally inept I can't say the rea**uring things that you need me to say so I just say, "It's k**ing us to fight this way," and you reply, "What k**ed us was a succession of ordinary days" And I resent the past tense I wanted to defend the thing but now we're hearing shots from the roof and here this clean army boy drops through the vent, calling you by name! If this is rescue, then why'd you look ashamed? There is no greater pain than the misaligned break - the varied healing tempos of the giver and the take and here I'd suffered at the thought of her on her own but all the while my love had been servicing the telephone There is no greater pain than the misaligned break - the varied healing tempos of the giver and the take when you can't syncopate your process with the one who leaves, you focus less on your direction and more on your speed I see blood and gore and love turned war You want to see for yourself? Baby, what for? What for? He hands me a flare gun I promise to join them soon... There's shooting on the roof, a chopper taking off, the pungent smell of rot I look up in time to catch one fall into the shop - she didn't close the hatch! Gnashing in a pile then rising to its feet, I fire into its teeth This one is just a scout! In a few short breaths the ceiling's raining mouths