If i find out that you're lying
and we're already one
in love and denial
how should i know how to go on?
And if my pile dwelling is shaking
and i throw the books out into the boat
before i bring ourselves into safety
my system is rotten right down to ist roots.
So find me a vessel of porcelain and paper.
Find me a river with rapids and pools.
Find me a town i can mark on my map
that's worth drifting to.
I don't know what she died of,
i'm not sure i should even ask.
In the end it's the unsolved mysteries
that form the motor of our hearts.
And her name is written on a tissue
stained with time and grease.
I folded it twice and put it in the box i buried unter the cherry tree.
She still dies every night while i sleep.
She still dies every night while i sleep.
Don't you try to come along and fix me,
there are two demons i want to keep.
Find me a friend who doesn't need to touch me
but touches me the right way every time
we spend nights by the curbside
watching the trains go by
while the house is still haunted,
we can hear the floorboards creak under our beds.
Sister, that's the problem with ghosts,
you can never be sure they're dead.
So find me a vessel of porcelain and paper
and find me a river with rapids and pools
and find me a town i can mark on my map
that's worth drifting to.