Lately the days
Feel more like spirits to chase
My nights are full of strangers
And even stranger ends

My love, [bad word] a time in everything
When these silent grips [bad word] ingrained
As the grooves assembled on your skin

The machine of will
That shakes me constantly
Makes the silence behind me
Snarl like a swarm of bees

My love, the heart is strange and dissonant
I know I should be happier now
Than I've ever been
But stillness weighs heavy and cold on my skin

Darling, you've got to shake this
Shape you've been drifting in
Oh I used to think that this rage was living
But that movement feigns a lull so deceiving
When nothing has changed in your life

My love, [bad word] a time in everything
When these silent grips [bad word] ingrained
As the grooves assembled on your skin