Last Soap Lyrics

Phew.........

Underfloor Lover

There's no heat left underfloor,
A stranger in your bed,
A thousand ears met last night,
And still ring with what you said.
You were cold and you were cruel,
Another round to draw some blood,
Always you choose to talk,
So you don't sink into the mud.

Wash black into the basin,
Set the blood shot through your eyes,
Eat breakfast at the table,
As another morning dies.
Take your body to the street,
In the clothes you wore to dream,
Your legs will stall and falter,
As your brain bursts to the seams.

(I'll take these small chances,
These nights are just for me,
I will stoke the dying embers,
For all the world to see.)

As the pavemnt takes the pressure,
You seek the bending links,
In the chain of friendships you forged,
More hollow than you think.
The day will come full circle,
Surrounded by those friends,
Who took offense to your thoughts,
On which your world depends.

(I'll take these small chances,
These nights are just for me,
I will stoke the dying embers,
For all the world to see.)

(When my pride begins to slip,
And ruin rules my head,
I start to name the faceless
Strangers in my bed).


L.T

48, Joan of Arc, Armed with jesuits bark
21, punctured limb, branded on a whim.
An unplanned child is a terrifying thing,
but the leiutenant brings, what the lieutenant brings.

There is a cell, that's monitored,
By cold machines, in hospital.
There is a cell, that's monitored,
And we all look on in fear.

19, does as much as let by her harsh touch.
65, terrified, yet to be informed.
An unplanned child is a terrifying thing,
But he's made by strength, and strength he shall bring.

Here it is round again, another saving grace,
Here we are arms in arcs, set to let him in.
An unplanned child, is a terrifying thing,
First the lieutenant shreds, then the leiutenant cleans.

There is a cell,
By cold machines,
There is a cell,
Who doubts the work of their instincts.


Keyhole

Meet me through the keyhole, Meet me through the keyhole,
If one heart withdraws then the other heart claws,
Oh, you took my day and you made it.

Meet me through the keyhole, Meet me through the keyhole,
I'll palm my way through the popped veins and clay,
Oh, you took my day and you made it.

Met me through the keyhole, Met me through the keyhole,
Nose nearly on the ground, you hoped I'd come around,
Made my day, now we'll taste it.

Conversation through the keyhole, Conversation through the keyhole,
Hope the end would never come, 'cos the end is on the run,
Seems so naive now, Goodbye.


Thankyou very much,
Love, The Kabeedies
xxxxxx