They Come In Flocks... Songtext

Whispers from her daddy

Echo in the attic

As a needed cue to maintain

A distance



The seasons come and go

But they never change



The adjustments much too frequent

Recent memories a beacon
But the grade is fairly dicey

And we're sliding



Brain to limbs, brain to limbs

The busy signal rings

As the target sighs

And contritely ceases fighting



Don't stay here, darling

You can't stay here



The doorway's looking lonely

And the pathway cold and stony

So they peel the bandage slowly

It can't hurt to bleed again



Skin to skin, skin to skin

This indifference is a sin

But the characters and colors

Failed to entertain



Don't stay here, darling

You can't stay here



Are we really here again

Where every detail rings a bell

Are we really here again

Where the word ?cliché? describes itself



Uh oh