Of An Architect's Assistant Songtext
von Aaron McMullan
Of An Architect's Assistant Songtext
It′s an architect's assistant speaks, and I′m picking at my wrist
Says he's oh so very fond of me, but fond is all he is
But we woke beneath the window this morning
Coiled round like this
Skin rippling in the waking, my rib all hooked on his
For a while
It was the gin was in the ashes, it was the thinning of the breeze
It was the pounding against adjacent walls
The scratched out Morrisseys
And they were thumping Through The Wire
Now I'm thumping to my knees
It′s every wire in me, scorched and screeching, thumping out of me
It′s an architect's assistant′s call at twenty-five to three
And I've nothing but the absence of whatever blinded me
And was I with him when I took it?
For I know that′s what it takes
Anyway, he really wants me, and surely someone's still awake?
Somewhere
And I walk atop the water
There′s a riot in my step
And there's enough below to end me
Should my right foot break the wet
But I believed when I was younger
And I think that I believe it yet
There's fuck all that′s worth wanting
If it′s something you know you can probably get
He's gonna find himself a straight man that′s in love with someone else
They'll rent a flat in Marylebone but he′ll live there by himself
And when he comes to hate that straight man, we'll get someplace of our own
And he′ll haunt me when he wants me
But I will never be his home
Not really
It's an architect's assistant′s breath, all puckered in his sleep
It′s a corner of a canvas, for that's all he wished to keep
And I′m reaching all about me, for I'm shaking in his sheets
Half swallowed in the half light
Half choking in the heat
He only wants you for your habit
He only wants you if you′ve scored
Checks all around the cubicles, whispers at each door
And I shrug at what's reflected in what′s left of what I've got
Keep pinching like my nose is bleeding even though it's not
Not really
I love you
Ah for fuck sake wind your neck in
Fucking love you
Fuck is wrong with you?
Says he's oh so very fond of me, but fond is all he is
But we woke beneath the window this morning
Coiled round like this
Skin rippling in the waking, my rib all hooked on his
For a while
It was the gin was in the ashes, it was the thinning of the breeze
It was the pounding against adjacent walls
The scratched out Morrisseys
And they were thumping Through The Wire
Now I'm thumping to my knees
It′s every wire in me, scorched and screeching, thumping out of me
It′s an architect's assistant′s call at twenty-five to three
And I've nothing but the absence of whatever blinded me
And was I with him when I took it?
For I know that′s what it takes
Anyway, he really wants me, and surely someone's still awake?
Somewhere
And I walk atop the water
There′s a riot in my step
And there's enough below to end me
Should my right foot break the wet
But I believed when I was younger
And I think that I believe it yet
There's fuck all that′s worth wanting
If it′s something you know you can probably get
He's gonna find himself a straight man that′s in love with someone else
They'll rent a flat in Marylebone but he′ll live there by himself
And when he comes to hate that straight man, we'll get someplace of our own
And he′ll haunt me when he wants me
But I will never be his home
Not really
It's an architect's assistant′s breath, all puckered in his sleep
It′s a corner of a canvas, for that's all he wished to keep
And I′m reaching all about me, for I'm shaking in his sheets
Half swallowed in the half light
Half choking in the heat
He only wants you for your habit
He only wants you if you′ve scored
Checks all around the cubicles, whispers at each door
And I shrug at what's reflected in what′s left of what I've got
Keep pinching like my nose is bleeding even though it's not
Not really
I love you
Ah for fuck sake wind your neck in
Fucking love you
Fuck is wrong with you?
Writer(s): Aaron Mcmullan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
