Currents Convulsive

So congratulations

(You)

Break a leg tonight, what a shame

I heard the understudy died under the knife

Crying backwards under bedroom lights

The operation

I don't think you'll ever want to love me

You'd gotta listen to your doctor, doctor

Sober up and bury the empty cup

In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie

When I sew you up

Don't let me stop bleeding

Tiny stitches

That you placed into my skin

Won't let me go, oh no, oh no

And they're ruining the mood

So I'll toast every beat of my heart

Like a miracle

And I don't think you'll ever want to love me

You gotta listen to your doctor, doctors lie, lie, lie

If the dollar is right, oh, my sweet little girl

Hold your mouth and you'll be alright

Gather round, gather round

Ladies and gentlemen

Come from far come from wide

The moment you? ve all been waiting for

Tonight, join us as we explore

The spine-chilling mystery of death

And the miracle of resurrection

Please understand me

When I'd rather see you dead

Than live without me

So thirsty for more

Beyond the sea blue light

I met the love of my life

She'd rather see me dead

Than face me

I like your starry eyes

They yell surprise, surprise

I'm in love but not for long

Our operation

Call off the operation

Our operation

Call off, off, off

Another wave has turned its back on me

Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see

Can't count on anything

For you I'd count the salt under the sea