Lyrics

All the things I held you to
Weighed so much you couldn't move
I did not know what to do
to make it better

So deep in the ground you laid
under debts not yours to pay
Up above, I knew no way to make it better

I, the invalid,
with one, good, solid fist
to conduct my bitterness into another
You, with hell to pay
Can't look the other way
while I destroy a lovely thing
to make it better

Sweet from all the love we made
was the bed where no one laid
epithets just float and fade
by word then letter

We were not the faithful kind
we were the escapist types
Tying wings to little lies to make it better

I, the invalid,
with one, good, solid fist
to conduct my bitterness into another
You, with hell to pay
Can't look the other way
while I destroy a lovely thing
to make it better

Take me on the moonlight tonight
...on the moonlight tonight
...on the moonlight tonight