The night has fallen down the staircase
  And I, for one, have felt its bruises
  Equilbrium; inebriated
  Our social graces have been displaced
    As we sink deeper into the drink
  The volume increases....
  Night time resurrects fault lines
  Silent wars -- rumble somewhere below
  The surfaces verses...
  The surfaces verses...
  The shoe is dropped, lungs explode
  Shards of words of a shattered voice
  And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown
    Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...
  Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...
    The moon is rising, a revolution
  I close my eyes and the room is spinning
  You're screaming:
    "Sweetie, the moon has raped me --
  It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me
  So I must learn to abort these feelings
  This romance is bleeding..."
    Night time triggers the land mines
  Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers
  Marching two by two...
  Marching two by two...
  A soldier's down
  Flood gates burst
  I've said some things I wish you'd never heard
  Like, "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown."
  It's growing as we speak
  And it's sucking us both in
  A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day