Closed Case

Lying with a body Quietly bleeding behind glassy eyes Scissors on the skin Tracing shapes through plastic The zipper is broken The curtain is torn from sky to ground I sit in silence while the circus carries on My eyes will never touch or taste my wet red tongue There is no way to tell you of the thing it is I've done I'll let the papers say who lost and who has won Dusting for the prints Of your soft chapped pink lips When I cut your hair it didn't hurt a bit didn't hurt a bit Did it hurt a bit? Nothing will close this case Canvas walls bend and blow I sit in silence while the circus carries on My eyes will never touch or taste my wet red tongue There is no way to tell you of the thing it is I've done I'll let the neighbours say who lost and who has won There are words for some things Like paper bag and margarine But not for this thing, not for this thing There are words for some things Like soil and smile and hooks for meat But not for this thing, not for this thing There are words for some things Like siren switchblade lunacy But not for this thing, not for this thing And we all love surprises So don't spoil the end for me Lying with a body A song to close the crime scene We all love surprises Tell me who scrubs up clean Standing on your soapbox Do I float or do I sink?