to where the dark remembers you

you need to go

here to take you where

it's why i've arrived, your sex god

it glints in your eye

like a knife

you grip it tight inside

fury, pure and silver

that i'm dying for the knife

i start the day lying and end with the truth

and i was right, but i just chose wrong

i always thought the choice was mine

that i'm living for the knife

though maybe at thirty, i'll see a way to change

now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears the same

i used to think i'd be done by twenty

'cause i'm working for the knife

i start the day high and it ends so low

i just didn't know it would go without me

i always knew the world moves on

no good guys

but nobody cared for the stories i had about

i used to think i would tell stories

but i'm working for the knife

i guess 'cause i wish i was making things, too

i cry at the start of every movie

and maybe they'll finally float off of me

let me watch those mountains from underneath

clouds look like mountains

where clouds look like mountains

by dancing ghosts as they kick up clouds of sand

let's drive out to where dust devils are made

wet teeth, shining eyes glimmering by a fire

i'll show you who my sweetheart's never met

who will i become tonight?

who will i be tonight?

once we're in, i'll remember my way around

let's step carefully into the dark

two slow dancers, last ones out

we're two slow dancers, last ones out

but we're two slow dancers, last ones out

to think that we could stay the same

to think that we could stay the same

to think that we could stay the same

if we were young again, but as it is and it is

it would be a hundred times easier

we get a few years and then it wants us back

you see it on both our skin

and the ground has been slowly pulling us back down

we're two slow dancers, last ones out