Outer Space Black

You showed me a portrait of the people in the square Standing there making up plans And you got the faces down But everybody's wearing mittens You say that's because it's winter But I know you can't draw hands The simplest secrets we swallow the deepest But you can't keep anything down And now the inspectors With metal detectors Are crawling all over And won't leave till you spit it out I don't need to drink it But maybe just a little sip Couldn't kill me If I promise not to swallow it Then it doesn't really count It doesn't count And they tell me I'm spineless Who am I to argue? I think that might start to explain My terrible posture And the fact that I don't shiver I can see my fingers touch you But the signals can't find my brain And it's perfect as poison But maybe just a little sip Couldn't kill me If I promise not to swallow it Then it doesn't really count It doesn't really count On a night when you're dressed tight In outer space black We will drink from this bottle And tip our heads back So that sins may be forgotten Forever and ever and ever And eight times infinity And longer than that But maybe just a little sip Couldn't kill me If I promise not to swallow it Then it doesn't really count It doesn't really count It doesn't really count