And the place of sadness
I occupy with dignity
Was left like a dream among stones
And the words that you spill
From the mouth that you fill
They abandon their grace and fatigue
Oh, to feel without touching
And speak without talking
You'll spill
The tissues of lies
How I wish we could mend this
Or learn how to throw away
As we look for someone to blame
Love's been denied
Don't be polite
I owe you nothing
When logics die
I'm the orgy and the distant cool
The friend you will never fool
I like the way you oppose me
Let the last thoughtd languish
And try and distinguish
You'll spill the tissues of lies
How I wish we could mend this
Or learn how to throw away
As we look for someone to blame
Love's been denied
Don't be polite
I owe you nothing
When logics die
