Taken For A Bath Songtext / Lyric

And I wanted to see it, the crease and the curve of the skin

Four words got me in again and again again

But my friend, it was the light just behind us, I knew we never could keep up

The beds we make, the steps we take, are graves we fill everyday



Roof top views of city buildings gathered

Where the sun sets on them steals the eye

Touch the streets with feet in hurried measure

Our discretion means we never lie.



We never have to lie



You stole my eyes, so you I will take

You are the test of our grace

Threads become lines, we cross till they break

And they break from the seams to the bodies of men.



The illusion was ours, it was joy and it was rapture,

I would have settled for capture, but a lost life found my bed

And all the wages of another and the secret is no longer mine

Warm the body like so many others

Your discretion means we never lie



We never have to lie






You stole my eyes, so you I will take

You are the test of our grace

Threads become lines, we cross till they break

and They break from the seams to the bodies of men.



(We will lie we will take

Withered and Crushed the fire and the fate

You will die for our sake

We will see the world in the blood)



Time says we are meant to suffer slink back to the retch

I called him home

I never wanted them to wither or be crushed by the weight

The choice was all his own,

How could I have known

The simple answers that hold people to the fire and their fate



Wait and see for yourself it's in the blood, it's in the blood, the whole world is in the blood



I'd rather tell you how I ruled the world and never stopped

But this heart mine is shaking like a spinning top

And as it slows all my sins have caught the last of me



That reflection in the water tells a story true

But it's the last thing you want staring back at you

And wrinkled hands weak from plunder barely stir this away



There were years where our faces stayed in front us

There were moments we forgot what this really was

But the death of a memory, is the death we carry



We're desperate and dead set, we carry reasons in our chests

We reset and forget, the songs we sing are for the blessed

Don't take this personally, your quiet exit stole the show

The regrets are all said

Kings and kingdoms come and go.