All We Make Is Enemies

All lyrics © Chris dela Torre (SOCAN)

All We Make Is Enemies

This is the dance of the empty promise.  This is the sound of our breaking bones.  This is the dream that we threw in the fire.  We did it all for the failure of love.  It was a dream.  I fell up the stairs and through the window and back to where everything began.  Are you alive?  Or are you a ghost with an alien charm and the illusion of calm?  But it was a dream.  It was only a dream.  If you’re unable to talk just try waving your arms and I’ll know what you mean.  The things we threw away, they all came back again to reclaim their space and original names.  You keep locking the door I keep walking in.  You keep giving more, I never wanted it.  You keep locking the door, I keep walking in.  You were right.  I couldn’t wait and you were waiting in vain.  All this time, I couldn’t wait.  You were waiting in vain.  Stop talking to me.  Don’t go.

The Pull (Morgan Greenwood Mix)

There’s a pull of will and a pull of love.  We spin our heels until we’re stuck.  We all want to be the one to rise above.  We all want the things we want to be enough.

Ladders and Snakes

I took a vow of perpetual poverty.  Now I’ve got everybody thinking something’s wrong with me.  I took a vow of perpetual poverty.  They’re saying ‘what were you thinking?’  I’m thinking something’s wrong with you.  I counted five six seven-hundred ladders and snakes.  You know the market value’s climbing.  Baby, act your age.  We’ve got prostitutes cleaning off their dinner plates.  See baby, that’s what it comes to.  So tell me, what are you going to do?  Oh Love, don’t turn on the light.  I’ve been losing this fight all my life.  It’s a concrete building in the downtown core.  We’ve got a cozy little carpet on the hardwood floor.  You know this inner-city living can be such a chore, but you’re friends don’t come over cuz’ your neighbourhood is such a bore.  I took a vow of perpetual poverty.  Now I’ve got everybody thinking something’s wrong with me.  I took a vow of perpetual poverty.  They’re saying ‘what were you thinking?’  Well, I’m thinking something’s wrong with me.  Oh Love, don’t turn on the light.  We’ve got to keep it together.  Just keep it together.  Forever and ever.  We’ve got to keep it together.