There´s a machine in my head.
There´s a grinding in my brain.
The best part is that it turns you on.
The grinding penetrates
under the sheets, my dear.
We lie in love, but with fool´s gold.
I want to give you the plans
just to make you stop.
I want you to get out of here for good.
It´s in my bed, but my bed is a plot.
And the shovel is anchored down to the floor.

And I won´t need to see you pushing up dirt again.
And I won´t need to see you gagging on sincerity.
Daylight kills us.
KO´d by it and counting to ten.
Faced with choices
to pack it in or stand up and fight again.

There´s something in my hand
pushing into my veins.
The tablature is for a death march.
I can´t miss you
because you´re already gone.
This is the climax to our love song.
You´re in my head, but gone for good.
Your sonnet´s melody plays on.

And I won´t need to see you pushing up dirt again.
And I won´t need to see you gagging on sincerity.
Daylight kills us.
KO´d by it and counting to ten.
Faced with choices
to pack it in or stand up and fight again.

We lie in love but with fool´s gold.