Unspeakable things

Written longhand in your diary

Unspeakable things

In bags piled into a phone booth

Pressed against glass

Shouted aloud alone in gear at a red light

Unspeakable things

Stored at a high rate of interest

Everything

That you've done

Laid out here

One by one

Caught on tape

And compiled

No one could ever ever try and forgive

Unspeakable things

Gathered and sold at auction

Unspeakable things

Go on over looked in the kitchen

Out the back window, through to the lane way

Drawn in chalk then washed away

Remember that day turns to night

And cries for blood at the Cinesphere

What you'd say

If we could see

Every day

Every key

If we got in

By brute force

You never ever could go home again

You're never going home again

“Oh what a night,” sings the heir

“How’s your heart still beating?”

“Oh what a night,” sings the heir

“How’s your heart still beating out time?”