The Lisbon Girls, Oh The Lisbon Girls

This will help you sleep
(This empty chest, this hollow throbbing)
This will help you sleep
(This empty chest, this hollow throbbing)
(This empty chest, this hollow throbbing)
For now, take a number
This will help you sleep
(This empty chest, this hollow throbbing)

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

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
We are pretty when we are faking
We are pretty when we are faking
(I am such a liar, I am such a liar)
We are pretty when we are faking
(I am such a liar, I am such a liar)

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

Father, don't you cut the rope
I want to die here
Father, don't you cut the rope
I want to die here
Father, don't you cut the rope
I want to die here
Father, don't you cut the rope
I want to die here

Open eyes, dimmer, a chandelier
Open eyes, dimmer, a chandelier

This will help you sleep
(This empty chest, this hollow throbbing)
This will help you sleep
(This empty chest, this hollow throbbing)
(This empty chest, this hollow throbbing)
For now, take a number
This will help you sleep
(This empty chest, this hollow throbbing)

A chandelier, not another breather
A chandelier, not another breather
A chandelier, not another breather
A chandelier, the sirens must flock to a new destination