Rest In Peace

Each night I taste the silence

Of the words in my throat

Each day we hide in laughter

When they turn round and floatDo you lie back and think of England

As they shout in your face

Stand up and give them flowers

Mary full of graceTemper's out of control again

There's an itch in my soul again

If I scratch it I will rest in peace

Each day I'm in the future

Of a net curtaned past

Each day I'm out of pocket

Time didn't lastEach night I wake up smoking

And my eyes start to sting

Wish I could keep them open

When the trees start to singTemper's out of control again

There's an itch in my soul again

If I scratch it I will rest in peace

Each night I taste the silence

Of the words in my throat

Each day we hide in laughter

When they turn round and floatTemper's out of control again

There's an itch in my soul again

If I scratch it I will rest in peace

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