Cecilia And The Silhouette Saloon

(专辑： Burn Piano Island, Burn - 2003)

Murder = white out
Cancer = birth blouse
Mirror = perfect glass spouse
Oil = sex paint
Shower = water saint
Death decodes the howls from our hands
Skull = noise nest
TV = fuck test
Mirror = Siamese gun kiss
Sugar = birth bait
Murder = loves fate
Death distills the camouflage from our dance
Death inverts the red from romance
Death x-rays the angels of chance
Death; the anti mirror of infants
Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche

When Cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cocoon
She pulled up a stool at the silhouette saloon
The player piano mumbling crippled jigs
Black widows knitting victimless wigs
When Cecilia's throat slit like a second set of lips
She drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread
Like an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips
Like a ghost who fears all of the deceased and dead
Time eats the flesh and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone
Like a useless wishbone

But that locket spinning around her neck
Whose hearth heats a dead valentine
You know the phantom trail leads way to a muted grave yeah
To a muted grave yeah
Where is his voice now?
A dead tone in the flutter of drunken wings
Where is his blushed cheek now
A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in blind laughter
Where are those sex ripened lips
His kiss print still warm on several necks

Where is love now?
Where is love now?
Where is love now?
Where is love now?
...

Murder = white out
Cancer = birth blouse
Mirror = perfect glass spouse
Oil = sex paint
Shower = water saint
Death decodes the howls from our hands
Skull = noise nest
TV = fuck test
Mirror = Siamese gun kiss
Sugar = birth bait
Murder = loves fate
Death distills the camouflage from our dance
Death inverts the red from romance
Death x-rays the angels of chance
Death; the anti mirror of infants
Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche