Jonathan Fire*Eater
"The Shape Of Things That Never Came"

Well now the pelicans sleep in the golden mangroves
The fruit bats are sucking on the mangos
And the end will come
But the end will come slow
We'll take our tea and our coffee coloured clothes

There will be no screenplay in our hands
No you can't go home again
And there are no more lines, to be read
And it's time
Time to begin, little darling

I go to the cathedral on Christmas
Yeah the candles and the gilded robes
All the girls with cheeks red, red from kisses
The incense smells a thousand years old

A magazine party in an old train yard
A girl had a seizure there
She was putting on the make up in a club car
There's make up everywhere, you little princess

Well theres a look in your eyes when all your lines go slack
I know you had to drink but you took a cab back
Go!

And now we tried to be strong, and carry on
But somehow the party seemed doomed
There was a girl on the floor with the heart beat gone
And death so kills the room

And now we tried to be strong, and carry on
Throw our head back and howl
But the water is warm and the currents where strong
And its time to throw in the towel, little darling

Oh!

Tonight
Never been apart
Shining like the city
Here inside of your heart
I will try
Living on my own
We will grow old
Take our tea and our coffee coloured clothes