a sigh with eyes half closed
deadly is this gesture
tilts her head
with a touch breath deflates
and the mind collapses like a star
take the certainty
out of the death equation
and put a gun to my head
and I will help you
twist the crucifixion
into the privacy of our love
life's become illusion
the illness is the cure in revolt
tear the thoughts from my head
and spread them on the wall
as tears run down the screen
in close-up
I'm dying to reach the surface
I'm saving all my breath for you
Combining wry, cutting lyrics and whimsical arrangements, the Canadian art-rockers' latest is a tilt-a-whirl of a breakup album. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2019