After The Sirens Curare On Your Lips Lyrics

Curare On Your Lips Lyrics

Welcome to the last time

that You can buy my answer with less than a question.

I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren't so preoccupied

with taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap New Year's
wine

that we call Your blood.

And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.

And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.



In this garden I'm waiting anxiously

for my children to come and murder me.

In this crowded room, staring nervously lovers lick at their lips and wait for
the kiss.

I've been sharpening

my teeth for this moment

and I'll stab with my lips but You've already won



Is there no resolution?

Well, I'll call these rafters my gallows,

and strung up by day-old party streamers

in the back of my mind I can see

the merlot dripping from Your hands and feet.