The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
From the manger to the morgue
Strangers are born and reborn
Giving birth to the wages of sin
And claiming it came from within
Within me there's a gaping hole
It seems I'm last to know
No one, or thing, can fill this empty space
That I've been pacing in
I fell in love with an empty place
But I want change
But I won't change
I can't feel a thing
The pins and needles sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing, sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing, sing, sing
Spirits spin me around once more
Sin if you sing the overture
That lulls me back to sleep
I swear I'm yours to keep
Consumed with consuming
Soon I'll swallow people whole
I'll have back what strangers stole
If I can't find my happiness
I'll soon devour yours
I'll sing your weary head to rest
With my overture
Cause I fell in love with an empty place
But I want yours
But I want yours
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing, sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing, sing, sing
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so fast
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so hard
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so fast
I fell for it, I fell for it
(We lose ourselves once more)
You could say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause you know I'll fall for
Each and every pretty word you sing, sing
You could say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause you know I'll fall for
Each and every pretty word you sing, sing, sing
Swallow People Whole was produced by Matt Squire.