I've framed your face in flames and I'm painting you red, love
Let's clarify this twist, pin this butterfly kiss
Senseless senses sweetly simplify
We twitch like marionettes in lascivious bliss Silhouette, silhouette, how black is your heart? What you leave out, leave out:
The linchpin of a liar's art
Surely half-right, here in half-light, all sincerity, and I don't want to see the half-way conscious game that's evading all blame, love, for everything we want with no right to expect Like a life somewhere, someplace that murders time, or a love that lets you take just what you can get
So I frame your face in flames and I swallow regret, love
When everything's so wrong, why spin it to right?
Oblivion is lovely, that's no lie
We're atmosphere, we're oblivion personified Silhouette, silhouette, who's broken your heart? What they leave out, leave out:
The linchpin of a liar's art
Surely half-right, here in half-light, serendipity makes the pitiful play a love song with no love in it, in a rhythm so indefinite, just strumming on our nerves
Silhouette, silhouette, how black is your heart? What you leave out, leave out:
The linchpin of a liar's art
Surely half-right, here in half-light, all sincerity
