It kills the lights
with a million ghostly hands
The girls all smile
then crack like broken glass
and if it comes apart, we know
our friends will carry us home
with our circadian hearts, we know
we're love's last, leaden hope
and hey, now. . .weren't you graceful?
and hey, now. . .weren't we sad?
the silver giants
in fading photographs
and if we pull it off, they'll throw
a velvet rope around us
and they'll hang us up by our
hopeless heartstrings
we'll cross our hearts with our ageing, aching bones
we'll blow our cover, and we'll go quietly
we'll come alive in our ancient, aching bones
heaven's blue lovers, yeah we'll go quietly