Olio - The Rapture

I called you on the telephone 'cause I was lonely

I called you up just to hear you

Your eyes I know are a cold, cold blue

Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin

Seem to fade

Looking and not wanting to come up to date

Like a broken clock

The hand is still

Through the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears

We don’t fit anymore

We don’t fit anymore

Not the same

Not the same

Not the same, same, same

Ripped up in the shadows

Over and over again

I remember before as your mouth

It touched my face

Small hands grabbing me

Trapped in my thoughts

You repeating like a machine gun

Phantasmagoria

The times pelting me

Pelting me

Ripped up in the shadows

Over and over again

Over and over again

Over and over again