Face The Private Audience

In the dying arts of decency.......I might have believed everything. Burn the oak from the tree and what does it all mean? It was hopeless infatuation. Like a slimeball oozing through the skin, you never know what lies within.

Burning timber, what becomes trapped in ideas. I never said I loved you. But I felt it all the same. I'm sure you've heard that line a thousand times before and I'd understand any reaction you choose to take. It's not difficult to see why. Natural instinct is all you'll ever need.

Every mistake I made was out of interest. All actions I took were out of reaction. I'm better when on land but I slip through your fingers like sand. Cruel jokes are all we'll ever play. It's what our life is all about. Don't tell me otherwise. Because I believe it's true.

Open up or close down. Turn to face the private audience laughing behind your back. At least when it's over, there's no more contract. Turn to face the private audience laughing behind your back. At least when it's over, there's no more contract.