The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Grandfather
There has never ever been a dull moment
We can kiss the highest clouds
And name them after movie stars
Your fingers, they're flower pots
And as the cuticles crack
The stem comes through
You'll never know a poet's eyes
Unless you see them for yourself
For yourself
Hear me now
After the truth is found there will be a suicide
Hear me now and grant my wishes as sins, not ignorance
Endangered now, with pockets full of oil
All I have left is a facefucking, homicidal waste of time
Take these roads and take them fast
My legs (My legs collapse)
Collapse (In harmony)
With the music
(With the) My legs collapse
(Music) In harmony
(And I) To the music (plummet)
Down, down
Down, down forever
I can write the dialogue to a script about your death
I'm walking across 2nd Avenue
I'm tripping across Lexington
I'm falling down Park Avenue
And dying on Broadway
I'm walking across 2nd Avenue
I'm tripping across Lexington
I'm falling down
I'm falling down Park Avenue and dying on Broadway
We can wish, we can wish, we can...
Wish amongst wish, hope against hope
We can wish amongst wish, hope against hope
We can wish amongst wish, hope against hope
You have become
A new bloody valentine
Over and over again
I've watched you killing yourself
Hold my hand, let's start the decay
One shot, one shot
One shot, one shot
(One shot in the mouth)
You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself
(One shot in the mouth)
You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself
(One shot in the mouth)
You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself
(One shot in the mouth)
You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself