Tragic - Erasure

Speak.

Spell

What’s that word again?

In.

Out

Of my head again

Clear.

Cut

Charmed I’m sure again

Merrity!

I wish for thought

Oh, wise men indeed

Are fools who believe

Her heart on my sleeve

Is laughing at me

Best left unsaid;

There’s no truth in what’s said

Cloud.

Fog

Looks like rain again

Glass.

Wall

Looks could kill again

Clock.

Face

Half past two again

Turn again

And how time flies

Oh, wise men indeed

Are fools who believe

Her heart on my sleeve

Is laughing at me

Best left unsaid;

There’s no truth in what’s said

Dream.

World

In my pawn again

Hot.

Cold

Fingers burn again

Teardrop

To the floor again

Cruelty

How real is real?

Oh, wise men indeed

Are fools who believe

My heart on my sleeve

Is laughing at me

Best left unsaid

There’s no truth in what’s said

Oh, wise men indeed

Are fools who believe

My heart on my sleeve

Is laughing at me

Best left unsaid

There’s no truth in what’s said