When you leave us through the patient doors

That rattle in you ear will be the sound of our applause

Rapturous, considered and due

Oh the nasty laughter and desperate smirks

are tangled in the boredom where our brittle kisses lurk

well how can i believe you, when you can't believe your luck

and the shades of past attraction lie visible

but shy and blunt and weak and worn

away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak

oh the shades of past attraction lie visible

but shy and blunt and weak and worn

away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak

in the trap

you only want to be the first to laugh

you only want to be the first in the sandtrap

you only want to be the first to laugh

and your climbing holes and cinder claws

ring out the the alarm towards

Farewell, Farewell Farewell