we already know how this ends
we know which way the wind is blowing
but still we try to pretend
walk the floors in the same old patterns
draw these lines in the same old sand
cross them now like they don't even matter
like the rings on these tired hands
this same old dance, the same old partners
the flame going dim in the darkening room
but just for this moment and begging my pardon
you don't want to tell the truth
dust to ash and ash to dust
and everything in between
what more to ask of hate and love??
no, please tell me what I mean
no, please tell me what I mean
taste the smoke on your lips from my Judas kiss
taste the red wine on your tongue
feel the death of my heart, the weight of your limbs
and what we have become
lean onto me
lean into you
slowly disappearing
comfort I once knew
this same old dance, the same old partners
the flame going dim in the darkening room
but just for this moment and begging my pardon
you don't want to tell the truth
why start now with telling the truth?
why start now with telling the truth?
