Actors

I won't comment on your words or the silence in your curse

I won't count the time tried for a stranger life

I won't criticise the your thoughts or your appetite for war

I won't calculate your chance of a fine romance

but i do know that sometimes we just spiral through life

and i'm staggered by the pace as you turn my way

and we move like actors on a burning mattress

and we bold like tattoos in the crowded avenues

and i'm falling,falling like a song she's calling

and i'm falling,falling like a song

I won't entertain your claims,your belligerent exchange

I'm not shattered by your charms,my blue-veined one

I don't need to be the last of the horrors of your past

I've no sympathy for love,it's a weapon that you have