At this point, there are no great endings to speak of
A flame of orange vases, lizards blister
Shackled to the type of bullet
Guarded, apparently indestructible
Seahorses under skins of oil
Where to put this pain?
It's always the same
Where to put this pain?
It's always the same
Here come the rickety alibis
Oh, why has this story
Smoke stacks and bridges in the distance?
All around us, the water slips and gossips
Where to put this pain?
It's always the same
Where to put this pain?
It's always the same
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Counting down the ways we'll be nothing
Ice melts, appointments, four, five, sleepless and loveless
Even our shadows are blue with cold
We wanted to see the sun come up
And are met instead by the sight of ships
We didn't know and all the troughs and frost
Relic of dead lovers
Everything should stay, encased in a glass compartment
Soon we'll diminish, yes, soon enough
Each way took, glitters like a knife
Just give me one good ending to speak of
Where to the put this pain?
It's always the same
Where to the put this pain?
It's always the same