Party Wounds

Smashed glass proceedings

Wide open party wounds

Tasteless movers and shakers and candlestick makers

Ive watched from afar and Ive led the processions of faint heart believers and sons of the night

What did you want to learn?

A scale of notes that could drown out the world or put off whats been on your mind?

Forever never seemed so long at the time

Our sense of adventure only ever outweighed by these perfectly scripted desires

Such horror, mischief and desperate decadence, tall tales from the lips of liars

But when that beat drops, beat drops, beat drops, beat drops

Well Im back to where I was before

Ive been low, low, as low as I can go but when I feel it Ill still hit the floor

Pull up the flowers (salt the earth)