Sense of Decay

On time lapped the shorelines
Oh well one dress
Hangs low-tide on one future housewife
With short lived regrets

Two hands together
The space between
Is all that you're able to think of
When thoughts turn to me

Called your pinhole bluff
Thought you've seen enough
Not to burn your face in the shade
Of an eclipse sun
Hiding too much love
For your low lying sense of decay

It's been a house of style
In for a massive child
Born from this fragile state
Science killed your resting traits
Crass less mistake
Called your pinhole bluff
Thought you've seen enough
Not to burn your face in the shade
Of an eclipse sun
Hiding too much love
For your low lying sense of decay

Called your pinhole bluff
Thought you've seen enough
Not to burn your face in the shade

Of an eclipse sun
Hiding too much love
For your low lying sense of decay