The Legendary Pink Dots - Lisa's Separation lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - Lisa's Separation lyrics]
She covered up the mirror
Hid his photo in the
Drawer the sketches that he made
For her were rip- ped and rolling across the
Floor all memories and
Promises and plans they'd made
Were scratched or
Burned as Lisa laid her head
Down for the night
Still the pictures flowed day
And night there's no escape
There's no remission this one's us in
Paris, and this one's us in
Rome that mess was him in plasticene
Those rocks were him in stone and
Still she found no explanation why
He left without a
Word it seemed like such an
Ordinary night still the
Pictures flowed throuhg the night no escape
No
Remission they burned his few possessions and
They buried him in sand they
Spent his coins in cof-
Fee bars and calmly washed
Their hands the only
Hint of retribution was a lack
Of intuition left with
Dirty hands without a fight
How the curses flowed
Through the night made their escape
A fruitless
Mission his ghost peeps through the curtains
Gently whispering her name it
Hovers over crushed
Mementos trying to explain and
Maybe it takes 40 years of patience
Swimming through the tears he'll
Guard her each and every lonely
Night still the pic
Tures flow through the night no escape, no
Separation
Hid his photo in the
Drawer the sketches that he made
For her were rip- ped and rolling across the
Floor all memories and
Promises and plans they'd made
Were scratched or
Burned as Lisa laid her head
Down for the night
Still the pictures flowed day
And night there's no escape
There's no remission this one's us in
Paris, and this one's us in
Rome that mess was him in plasticene
Those rocks were him in stone and
Still she found no explanation why
He left without a
Word it seemed like such an
Ordinary night still the
Pictures flowed throuhg the night no escape
No
Remission they burned his few possessions and
They buried him in sand they
Spent his coins in cof-
Fee bars and calmly washed
Their hands the only
Hint of retribution was a lack
Of intuition left with
Dirty hands without a fight
How the curses flowed
Through the night made their escape
A fruitless
Mission his ghost peeps through the curtains
Gently whispering her name it
Hovers over crushed
Mementos trying to explain and
Maybe it takes 40 years of patience
Swimming through the tears he'll
Guard her each and every lonely
Night still the pic
Tures flow through the night no escape, no
Separation