For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance
At us like a wild-eyed animal?
At us like a wild-eyed animal?
- Alarmist Morrissette
- Alarmist Morrissette