Only Child

Текст песни 3 - Only Child

In the war you severed the cord, you broke the line
You turned an only child
But just before you buried the blade
Your eyes betrayed the spark of another one of your own
Another day, I dare you, babe
Another night of the living dead
Is like an ocean upon you

So you did what you did and you said what you said
Put your pen to the page and a gun to your head
Got it all worked out this time
Oh, but you can't be sure they're dead

Still the footsteps fall in an empty hall
The voices echo in your head
Through the ashes raining down in your eyes, you thought

They told a sordid tale
And when the fires barrelled down the mountainside
I saw your senses fail
So I painted a word in the dust where I bled
Signed the seal of the living dead
I'm looking down and I'm on to you

So you did what you did and you said what you said
Put your pen to the page and a gun to your head
Got it all worked out this time
Oh, but you can't be sure they're dead

Still the footsteps fall in an empty hall
The voices echo in your head
Oh, but you can't be sure they're dead

Now I close my eyes
As the daylight dies
And I drift away
What a perfect ghost

You are a record skippin' on the needle
Tied in a tight rein, playing
Singing nobody knows who I
Mirror mask with the empty eyes
Did a devil rise?
Footsteps in an empty hall
Shadows crawl across the wall
You can't be sure they're dead

And if I go before your time

Don't let me close your mind
Don't watch the flowers fall
Never looking back at all
If I should change before your eyes
Don't be fooled by my disguise
You were born with my demise
Not a willing sacrifice

Should you wake before you die
Don't let a day go by
Don't believe a word they say
I'll be back again one day

You never know, fallen or in flight
Wind blows deep in the dark of night
By the blue moonlight
At the angle when it hits me right
You can see the choice here beneath my skin

Bright bones barely keeping the beast within
Prick of a pin
Let the shift of my shape begin
But the barrier is thin
I hear the beating of angel wings
Somewhere a siren sings
You severed your puppet strings
And now the justice is blind to light
It's hard to see wrong from right
When you're looking through the tunnel of a target sight

What a perfect ghost
You are a record skippin' on the needle
Tied in a tight rein, playing
Singing nobody knows who I
Mirror mask with the empty eyes