Asleep In Perfection

Over the airwaves tonight, 

Sailing by a love lonely light, 

Isn't it blue, but isn't it brighter 

Than the pilot of a domestic flight 

Well under this low, lonely light 

I might be still in sight, 

You were a girl, now you're a wife 

Do not these memories stir you 

From your long and peaceful night's 

Sleep in perfection 

Asleep in Perfection 

A soul's misdirection, directed at you. 

Waiting for Summer to come, 

Will you wear a rainbow on 

And outside your window something grows 

In your garden, is it content 

Well that's not what I need tonight, 

Maybe I don't think right, 

Or maybe I lack that insight 

And only the numb or the peaceful might 

Sleep in perfection, 

Asleep in Perfection 

A soul's misdirection directed at you. 

Over the airwaves tonight, 

Sailing by a love lonely light, 

Isn't it blue, or is it the sight of you 

Set to fall 

Asleep in Perfection

A soul's misdirection directed at you. 

None Shall Pass

Rattle, rattle, face to the battle,

Set your jaw for the hour of war

O, once more, once more.

Pretty kitten with your poor paw to mitten,

Padding out the plan for to sentencing your man

Once more today,

Into the fray,

O but none shall pass through here

Way back when we had some friends

They kissed us merely,

Myths came often then.

Rattle, rattle, your man is an animal

Your precious loving moments resound here like omens,

You think of yesterday,

When you used to have your way,

O but none shall pass through here

Way back when we had some friends

They missed us dearly,

Kissed us often then.

O hell, hell

Can you hear it

O no it's only you

Rattle rattle, tiny and terrible,

The sounds that we make when our better parts break

And we shake them up.

Rich Girl

Then I asked about your forefathers

Were they murderous too?

You said it hadn't any bearing

Upon the likes of me and you

So we buried them to neck high

And we kicked off all their heads

Funny little questions

Better left that are never ever said

So I asked about your dead mother

Was she beautiful too?

Just a little bit warmer

Than the likes of me and you

Well I'm no F. Scott Fitzgerald

But I know a champagne birth

So was she light or heavy handed

When she delivered you your worth

I asked if you were lonely

You said it didn't matter

These are old emotions

Need to bury them and leave them

Move on to something new

Need to bury them and leave them

Like I'm leaving you

Tonight I'm making everybody happy

Writing songs on my sheet

Well I know I'm not supposed to

Be serious about it but I'm serious about it

I don't want to find no backdoor

And I don't want to feel no buffer zone

And if this stuff comes better when I'm on my own

Then I'll make it so I'm on my own

You asked me if I am lonely

But I guess it doesn't matter

It's an old emotion

I need to bury them and leave them whole

From the house of Montague

That I go "oh oh oh oh oh oh"

You're the first sign of panic

Then I tremble at the sight of you

All the things that fortify me

Are all the things that petrify you

So you bury them and leave them

And I dig them up anew

I only asked if you were lonely

And you said it didn't matter

These are old emotions

We need to bury them and leave them

Move onto something new

We need to bury them and leave them

Little bodies in the backyard

Need to bury them and leave them

Like I'm leaving you

Ohhh

Ahhh

Ohhh

Departure

The horror of departure,

The chemical disarmament,

No presence is permanent.

But people leave traces,

When they leave these places,

And I have come to depend on

Certain of your faces,

And I can't do it anymore.

The spirit of abandon,

Where the spirit is abandoned,

And the body thinks itself to soar.

But people leave traces,

When they leave these places,

And I have come to depend on

Certain of your faces,

And I can't do it anymore.

A spiritual departure,

Your disintegrating stature,

And well you might be scared to look

Over your shoulder,

Watch her crumble into sand,

The last woman the last man,

Swim the sea and walk the land

To leave and leave and leave and leave

People leave traces

When they leave these places,

And I have come to depend on

Certain of your faces,

But I can't do that anymore.

When will I see you again

The Moth Ball

How sweet it is to be loved by you,

And taking your medicine,

And feeling individual,

And audio-visual,

You see I'm hearing everything you see,

And seeing everything, you hear

To every idea a shelf,

To my wings a great heap of dust,

They were only ever buds anyway,

Only ever gonna get in the way,

To my screen a new project,

A new model fear.

I'm going to the Moth Ball,

And speeding like a pinstripe,

And never has it felt so right,

See I'm rolling like an eight ball,

And never has it felt so right,

I'm going to the Moth Ball,

And on the music goes

I feel like Thomas Edison,

A thousand lights going off in my head.

How sweet it is to be an apple in the eye,

And coming in worm-wise,

And feeding on your greatest fear,

Masquerading as a new love,

When by turn we all turn and turn in,

And the worm begets a butterfly.

Live your life in just one day

Live your life smooth.

I'm going to the Moth Ball,

And speeding like a pinstripe,

And never has it felt so right,

See I'm rolling like an eight ball,

And never has it felt so right,

I'm going to the Moth Ball

And on the music goes

I feel like the Persian Gulf

A thousand lights going off in my head.

Lyrics by Glenn A Richards (Sony/ATV Music Publishing)