Vanitas Waltz

A younger face
A hiding place
For the shapes
Of all of the haunts I’ve made
Stay you for a month, for a year
Too cruel to bear
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Bending as they grew, bending as they grew
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Bending as they grew, bending as they grew
Terrified
No animal wants to die
Colours that lie
Fallow beneath your life
Stay you for a month, for a year
Too cruel to bear
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Bending as they grew, bending as they grew
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Bending as they grew, bending as they grew
Rooms in a house full of still lifes
Pulled apart by slow light
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Bending as they grew, bending as they grew
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Failing of the few, failing of the few
(Stay you for a month, for a year
Too cruel to bear)