White Lips Kissed

Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
Through these walls the winter bites
A draft from all sides

Why did you not include me on your list?
Let me in through the ceiling
White lips kissed

Our love is a fickle love
Keeps itself locked in a suitcase
To be ready to go always

I won't cry when the silver lining shows
But you're right, you understand
You ride with both hands
Worrying is the breathing that you need
So there won't be far to fall
You mustn't climb tall

Things that are supposed to mean lots
Leave you cold
And with a malady of the soul

Our love is a tricky love
Bet you know this, bet you noticed
Bet you know, which is why

I should know better than anyone ever could
Soon as I let go
Everything falls apart

I won't cry when the silver lining shows
But you're right, you understand
You ride with both hands
Worrying is the breathing that you need
So there won't be far to fall
You mustn't climb tall

Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
Through these walls the winter bites
A draft from all sides
Of course you can, there are diamonds in demand
It's a shame and as you know
The stain will not go

Saliva

And I'm sorry about you and me
And I'm sorry about us

You tried to give it your best but to what end, Saliva
You may not think so at first but I'm your designated driver
But this roadside is not yours or mine
And it's about time that I stop

She is the grey weather
At end of my tether
I didn't quite make it
I had to forsake it

And as I sit on the train I can taste her in my saliva
But I still depend on my Thursday friend, Saliva
And there's no book about you and me
All the snippets remain

I get a light, I get a light from everyone
That's right so undetermined
All I do now is just horrible and mean
I used to think that she and me could only be
Just fine, and to begin with
Nothing seems wrong
But it's not a happy song

And I'm sorry (I’m really, really sorry) about you and me
And I'm sorry (I’m really, really sorry) about us

She is the grey weather
At end of my tether
I didn't quite make it
I had to forsake it

I'm finding out
That you can't mess around with Saliva
And I drive a lot
Cause I can't stop thinking about her

(I'm in your hands)

I'll be yours, you'll be mine
It'll be fine, intertwined

Wet your dried out lips with saliva
What's more strange than this? Your saliva
If I did not miss you saliva
If my lips could kiss your saliva still

Symmetry

Bo, this is for you.

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you
I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

Did I really see you or was it just a dream
(Dreaming) that it was seamless, not a trace of wrong
(Wrong) words that we have spoken little did we know
(No) bigotry no tears shed, oh if only

You'd try to be polite thinking you were right
Only to find that you're unkind
But ironically you will always be
Belle of The Ball ...at least to me

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

But my words are frail, not audible
They do not even convince me, perhaps they are untrue
(Truly) with you the worst is always true
I gave you all the benefits of all the doubts I had

Never hoped to be as benign as me
Funny how you always get through
But ironically you will always be
Belle of The Ball ...at least to me