Disintegration (last post on this)

 [Verse 1]

Oh, I miss the kiss of treachery

The shameless kiss of vanity

The soft and the black and the velvety

Up tight against the side of me

And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed

And run in thickening streams of greed

As bit by bit it starts the need

To just let go my party piece

[Verse 2]

I miss the kiss of treachery

The aching kiss before I feed

The stench of a love for a younger meat

And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep

The holding up on bended knees

The addiction of duplicities

As bit by bit it starts the need

To just let go my party piece

[Chorus]

But I never said I would stay to the end

So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency

Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy

Screaming me over and over and over

I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery

Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery

Songs about happiness murmured in dreams

When we both of us knew how the ending would be

[Verse 3]

So it's all come back round to breaking apart again

Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again

Making it up behind my back again

Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again

Holding it up behind my head again

Cut in the deep to the heart of the bone again

Round and round and round and it's coming apart again

Over and over and over

[Bridge]

And now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces

I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone

I'm crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry

For the love of the crowd

And the three cheers from everyone

Dropping through sky

Through the glass of the roof

Through the roof of your mouth

Through the mouth of your eye

Through the eye of the needle

It's easier for me to get closer to Heaven

Than ever feel whole again

[Chorus]

But I never said I would stay to the end

I knew I would leave you with babies and everything

Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity

Screaming it over and over and over

I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery

And stains on the carpet and stains on the memory

And songs about happiness murmured in dreams

When we both of us knew how the end always is

How the end always is

Robert Smith