trigger in your headtrigger on your bedtriGger on the beachtriGger like a bitch
trigger when you rundeath blow of the suntrigger in your planewith cocktails in your veins
someday i will drag you
undone

So now it’s decided; it’s out in the open, it’s all clearSo now, we’re dividedBurnt down burnt out, cropped sheer my dear, I fearNow it’s all broken and the poison is placed in the trapSo tell me how to pretend with convictionAnd survive in this mire of contradiction
So what about this fruit of loveTell me how to protect it from the hail of hate
x2That lays in waitThat lays in wait
How to keep up appearances in this neglected garden that’s meHow to explain disappearances to these innocent victims you seeSo now I’m a painless shroud, I’m pulling all the shotsA prisoner of my soul, my mind, my bodyAt night I rattle the door handles; I try to keep lost
So what about this fruit of loveTell me how to protect it from the hail of hate x 4That… lays in wait
I can’t help it if this is just a small town, and everybody knows your businessWell, I can’t help it if this is just a small town and everybody knows your businessI can’t help it if this is such a small town and everybody knows your business
Maybe better to keep up appearancesMaybe, Maybe