The Lisbon Girls, Oh The Lisbon Girls

This empty chest
This hollow throbbing
This empty shell. Will help you sleep
And your name will come in time
For now take a number

This is a surrender skin
This is hanging on
Sing the high notes, touch his hand
This is giving up
Faces on! Faces on!

We are pretty when we are faking
I am such a liar when I smile

Son comes home to take solace in his mirror
(The stains of God's loving embrace still ripe around his throat)
Only to find he's no longer human

Father don't you cut the rope I want to die here
Open eyes, dimmer, a chandelier

This empty chest
This hollow throbbing
This empty shell. Will help you sleep
And your name will come in time
For now take a number

A chandelier
Not another breather
The sirens must flock to a new destination