The Butcher Lyrics

Open up till midnight
The butcher waits for someones desperation
That goes beyond control
Speaking is an invitationUnder fluorescent lights
You cant wash out his desire
Where bodies are indecent
And they are not in declineFrom behind the counter he thought
You whispered, you want moreCut out the brights of the oncoming cars on the highway
Lightness is forced when you cut out the lines in the paper
Cut the split seconds
The ones over filledWhen you thought you were caught with unknowable thrills
Instead you get absence
Soft haze in the face
The lines in your head, have to all be replacedCleave the dry stone to a promise
That an answer soon will follow
Grave attention is still focused
On the flashlight and the cold fortuneDown the streets on prospects
The butcher walks home

Orange in the streetlights
Even knows it in the dark
Proves it with his eyes closedHe puts his red coat, downstairs
Goes up into his bedroom
Undresses and folds his arms
As if it could impress youFrom under the covers he thought
You whispered, you want more