Tristan Fox

[verse 1]
If I cut you, would it trickle or pour,
Standing over it, pleading for more,
I want you to suffer and tell me it was worth it,
Under a stalking moon on a night that is star-lit

[pre-chorus]
Because you were my first
And this was meant to be worth dying for

[chorus]
Everybody says you're perfect, but I'm still waiting for more
Want you to turn into a werewolf and howl at my front door
Like you're frenzied and you're desperate
For more than you got before

[verse 2]
I want to see you crying on the ledge, questioning everything
Muttering to the darkness, lost in a manic grin
I'll squeeze you till you rip, to find out what is in there,
X-ray your soul with a discontented death glare

[pre-chorus]
Because you were my first
And this was meant to be worth dying for

[chorus]
Everybody says you're perfect, but I'm still waiting for more
Want you to turn into a werewolf and howl at my front door
Like you're frenzied and you're desperate
For more than I gave you before

[bridge]
Is this it?
Is there more?
Are there levels that haven't been unlocked yet?
Is this it?
Is there more?
I've got needs that haven't been met.

[chorus]
Everybody says you're perfect, but I'm still waiting for more
Want you to turn into a werewolf and howl at my front door
Like you're frenzied and you're desperate
For more than I gave you before

These are my people
I listen to them breathe
Watch their silhouette rise and fall
In the dark
As I lie here next to them

I wonder what they are dreaming
And who they are talking to
Is it cold where they are walking?
Are there doors to walk on through?

I lay a wing over my loves
Hope that they don't stir
Outside's still dark
But it's warm in here
And the seconds linger long

I wonder what they are dreaming
And who they are talking to
Is it calm where they are walking?
Are there folks there who are true?

When the dark hands over the night shift
To his sister the sacred sun
Our room starts to change
And my people thaw into life

I pretend to be asleep
So that you will be the one to wake me
I pretend to be asleep
So that you will be the one to wake me

Was there a certain time
that we were all supposed to meet?
Where we'd find out all about the world
The treasures there to seek.

I didn't hear about it
think I missed the beat
On how to be, how to rise
How to find my feet

Everybody's in the sky
I see them flying zephyrs
I'm down here
Skimming stones
Cursing my forever

The game started without me
As I looked the other way
Can't we just start over
Call it Try Again day?
Come all ye slow starters
The slate has been wiped clean
The starting gun is locked and loaded
It's time to rerun the scene

There must have been a meeting
But no-one told me so.
I missed the beat
On how to be, how to rise
How to find my feet

Everybody's in the sky
I see them flying zephyrs
I'm down here
Skimming stones
Cursing my forever

We just never quite got there
Unlucky perhaps
The first draft of a love letter
Words unsaid
We’re bugs squashed on the pavement
The wedding rehearsal

So close to being an epic
All build-up, no plot
Seemed so promising
Then we all woke up

Meaningless analogies fill my
Sorrow-soaked soul
Hindsight haunts me
And time is no help

So close to being an epic
All build-up, no plot
Seemed so promising
Then we all woke up

What if we were meant to be?
Like a Prom King and Queen
America’s Next Top Model
Gunslinging James Dean

Close to perfection
And golden horizons
But we didn’t see the brambles
Barbed wire and pot holes
Didn’t see the dragons
And the thick forest floor

So close to being an epic
All build-up, no plot
Seemed so promising
Then we all woke up

Take a walk through my
Troubled town
Where the cats scratch their eyes out
And the traffic lights stay red
Church bells are warnings
Of roads up ahead

The crier cries gently
With his head in his hands
This place chokes around him
It was all so unplanned

Where do we go
When our home towns have vanished
And we're wandering the streets
Like parentless lambs?
Bleeding songs of pure misery
Teenage romance
Bad poetry

The washing lines are empty
And there's no one outside
Acid rain falls
Colours subside

Let's go to the charity shop
To receive charity
And dart to the re-po store
For a half-price TV

Where do we go
When our home towns have vanished?

I want somewhere to be now
I want somewhere to be.
I need somewhere to be now.
I need somewhere to be.

This heals if you want it
It's waiting for you
Like lanterns in forests
Coming into view

Reach out and take it
It's waiting for you
Everyone's watching
Your big debut
At the Ball of Forgiveness
And the Day of the Damned
Where old sin meets judgement
At the palm of his hand

But you don't really want it
There's sick pleasure here
Twisted emotions
Cemented in fear

Reach out and take it
It's waiting for you
Everyone's watching
Your big debut
At the Ball of Forgiveness
And the Day of the Damned
Where old sin meets judgement
At the palm of his hand

I’m sending you back
To where you once came from
The rat in the cage
Runs on and on

There’s sun in the sky
And blood on my face
Shame at my heels
The rat of the race

Where be you now
You bastard men
Crawl here to me
Crawl here to me
Summoning you to my
Special room
Where be you now
On blooded knee

The bruises heal
But they’re soft to touch
Yeah bruises heal
But you’re too much

There’s sun in the sky
And blood on my face
Shame at my heels
The rat of the race

Blood orange and star-soaked
Weeping and wet
You’re everything here
That I won’t forget

Sun in the sky
Shame at my heels
Hangin’ round corners
Telling tales of ratmen
Bastards and rats
Tales of ratmen
Bastards and rats.

Visions of starry skies
Swaying across shimmering wine glasses
Crack when I scream
And how I scream

It was you, me and the silver candle
Judging each other for a lifetime
of shake head moments

This isn’t living
This isn’t nice
This isn’t living
Don’t make it sound nice

I’ve been everywhere
Seen everything
When you weren’t looking
I hid in your sink
And I saw all of you
Rank and Obscene
So don’t go pretending
and stop masquerading
As someone hellbent
On being a King
‘cos I’ve seen you unfiltered
And it’s fucking unclean

This isn’t living
This isn’t nice
I’m standing here dying
Don’t make it sound nice