Actors
I  won't  comment  on  your  words  or  the  silence  in  your  curse
I  won't  count  the  time  tried  for  a  stranger  life
I  won't  criticise  the  your  thoughts  or  your  appetite  for  war
I  won't  calculate  your  chance  of  a  fine  romance
but  i  do  know  that  sometimes  we  just  spiral  through  life
and  i'm  staggered  by  the  pace  as  you  turn  my  way
and  we  move  like  actors  on  a  burning  mattress
and  we  bold  like  tattoos  in  the  crowded  avenues
and  i'm  falling,falling  like  a  song  she's  calling
and  i'm  falling,falling  like  a  song
I  won't  entertain  your  claims,your  belligerent  exchange
I'm  not  shattered  by  your  charms,my  blue-veined  one
I  don't  need  to  be  the  last  of  the  horrors  of  your  past
I've  no  sympathy  for  love,it's  a  weapon  that  you  have