Lyrics
Two wet silhouettes splayed on the bed sheet
The crime of the century
Forever unkempt
O, the muscle memory it must take to stay close to me...
I'm a cloud when you come to me
Tell me again—what's the allure of inconsequential love?
I'm a fool for your pageantry
Tell me again—what's the allure of inconsequential love?
O, the muscle memories continue to haunt me...
O, the muscle memories continue to haunt me...
O, the muscle memories continue to haunt me...
I promise (the day will come)
As soon as the war ends
I'll find you (our denouement)
And we'll break laws again as civilians
