Speed of Sound

Chokebore

Compositor: Chokebore

Do you think I'm gone?
Most of this would pleasure you alone.
It's that I can't even see, there's midnight behind my eyelids.
No one's home, and I'll lie to everyone, not even my lovers will see what's wrong.
All my skin is drenched in light, that's what's wrong.
I died in a fire, I died in a fire.
All my skin is drenched in light, that's what's wrong.
I died in a fire, I died in a fire.
All my skin is drenched in light, that's what's wrong.
I died in a fire, I died in a fire.
It's already done. I've got ideas I'd never put in words, but you sparkle when I speak. How can I resist it, you're alone.
And I'll lie to everyone, not even my lovers will see what's wrong.
All my skin is drenched in light, that's what's wrong.
I died in a fire, I died in a fire.
All my skin is drenched in light, that's what's wrong.
I died in a fire, I died in a fire.