text: When you leave us through the patient doors
  That rattle in your ear will be the sound of our applause
  Rapturous, considered and due
  Oh the nasty laughter and desperate smirks
  Are tangled in the boredom where out brittle kisses lurk
  Well how can I believe you, when you cant believe your luck
  And the shards of past attraction lie visible
  But shy and blunt and weak and worn
  Away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak
  Oh the shards of past attraction lie visible
  But shy and blunt and weak and worn
  Away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak
  In the trap
  You only want to be the first to laugh
  You only want to be the first in the sandtrap
  You only want to be the first to laugh
  And your climbing holes and cinder claws
  Ring out like the calenture that you sent us all towards
  Farewell, farewell, farewell