After the party with wine in your hair

There's a shot in the dark

So you'll fall in despair

And you've chipped your tooth

So you whistle when you speak

And there's tunes in your head

Till the end of the week



The feast in your hair is up to a swing

But whoever you touch

You don't feel anything

So you brush off the cobwebs

That seal you up

To get past the part

With the crack in your cup



Farewell Saturday, love tomorrow

Always the next day

For to find sanctuary

For there's unkept promises

Crimes and jealousies

Always the next day

For to find sanctuary



Then a slice of the silence

Remains on the bed

As the hue of the sun

Whispers heat to the dead

And the glow won't wash off

When you're already gone

And you lock all the doors

Where the silence just shone

A sip of green poison that jades your blood

Till the blue of your veins

Turns as brown as the mud

The continental shift in your

Earthquake heart

It isn't a cure

But at least it's a start



Sanctuary

Sanctuary