Dancing on the Face of the Panther - Planes Mistaken For Stars

Put your hands all over me

Let it burn, let it seethe

Let it stain, let it bleed

It’s just a reminder that we both hurt more than we care to remember

It’s just a reminder that this will hurt more than we’ll care to remember

Drink from the whisky on my lips to kill the indifference

We’ll tear at every inch that we can get, until we’re begging for a looser fit

The truth lies where ugly loses innocence

The love is gone, but our bodies are still warm

The truth lies where anger loses etiquette

I’ll meet you there, if you can stomach it

Let it burn, let it seethe

Let it stain, let it bleed

You’ll stab with searing eyes

I’ll fall to the door

You drown in my seas

I’ve starved at your shore