C Alexander - Slang for Alone

You've got something I want
I think you know it
Something that's heavy and charged
On the tip of your tongue
Another smaller hole to throw down the canyon
You go in blind and come up behind it again

Another step to the right
And then you're off again
Arrivals and departures
Behind your eyes
The grass is growing green on the lawns of your lovers
You never give them the chance to grow dry underfoot

You keep your hands to yourself and you say
That you're all out of love
You keep your arms to your sides and you tell me
It's the wrong kind of love
You press your lips into the speakers
And tell me there's a secret
If you want less of it
You get more of it
And waiting is just slang for alone

So rip me up into shreds
And build me up again
Tear my clothes off
Let them fade in the sun
A broken egg that rots and runs in the gutter
A yellow mess that's better left underground

You keep your hands to yourself and you say
That you're all out of love
You keep your arms to your sides and you tell me
It's the wrong kind of love
You press your lips into the speakers
And tell me there's a secret
If you want less of it
You get more of it
And waiting is just slang for alone

She closes the door and says
Don't come any closer
There's someone listening
Behind the shades
There's blood all over your back
Like an army of razorblades
Had tried to find another way in
Had set up a camp underneath your skin

So thread this film in the reel
And play it to the end
I'll be waiting
Alone in the lobby
Again

You keep your hands to yourself and you say
That you're all out of love
You keep your arms to your sides and you tell me
It's the wrong kind of love
You press your lips into the speakers
And tell me there's a secret
If you want less of it
You get more of it
And waiting's just hiding
Who are you fooling
Waiting's just slang for alone

Written by:
Christopher Alexander

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