"Lonely Lust" lyrics

"Lonely Lust"

The biting blood of lonely lust now
Watch the clock like a hawk hunt me down
Watch the clock like a hawk spin around

On the day that wayward man exclaimed "even satan knows the glory of god"
I felt so full of my own life, I blasted the fast food faucet and cried
Cause the joy in my heart outgrew its shell
It sank beneath me, and it buried its sound
Trudging through the slush of Chinatown where I'm out
Searching in reverse for what I left, but nothing backwards
Nothing makes any sense

The biting blood of lonely lust now
Watch the clock like a hawk hunt me down
Watch the clock like a hawk spin around
The biting blood of lonely lust now
Watch the clock like a hawk rush the ground
Watch the clock like a hawk spin around

Today from the Brooklyn Bridge, there is the bird's-eye-view of the East River

But this jutting giant of a skyline makes me nothing, nothing but nervous

I much prefer Manhattan as the static backdrop to my score
Eggs and coffee on the rooftop, sleepy-headed and blissfully bored
I saw a spaceship making strange maneuvers, and I raised my mug to the full moon
Lit up in the big blue, blue day
In that cloudless world all alone but unafraid

Now I wonder if I'll see you down there together
In the park
And I'll stop to watch the shore shove the lazy garbage back and forth

Now I wonder if I'll see you down there together
In the park
And I'll stop to watch the shore shove the lazy garbage back and forth

It pours out of me
It makes me so afraid
The way time takes
Takes itself so seriously
But I'm coming home
On my own
Blood in my mouth, biting down...


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