Currents Convulsive

So long!

Congratulations, break a leg tonight.

What a shame, I heard the understudy died under the knife.

Crying backwards, under bedroom lights.

(The operation)



I don't think you'll ever want to love me.

You'd better listen to your doctor, doctor.



Sober up, and bury the empty cup.

In a backyard of Seattle

We used to lie.



When I sew you up.

Don't let me stop bleeding.

Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin.

Won't let me go

Oh no, oh no

And they're ruining the mood

So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle.



And I don't think you'll ever want to love me.

You'd better listen to your doctor

Doctors lie, lie, lie

If the dollar is right,

Oh, my sweet little girl,

Hold your mouth and you'll be alright!



Gather round, gather round

Ladies and gentlemen

Come from far come from wide

The moment you've all been waiting for

Tonight

join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death

And the miracle of resurrection!!



Please understand me when,

I'd rather see you dead,

Than live without me,

So thirsty for more.



Beyond the sea blue light

I met the love of my life,

She'd rather see me dead than face me

I like your starry eyes

They yell surprise! Surprise!

I'm in love... but not for long.



Our operation

Call off the operation.



Another wave has turned its back on me,

Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see.

Can't count on anything.

For you I'd count the salt under the sea.

(If your delicate eyes don't blink someday,

They might as well be gone)