Disquiet Trembler Songtext
von Art for Starters

Stitches pulled and strained, Patches torn and frayed
Disfranchised, the pace of sonnet, the grace of pantomime
I suppose I′ll chase if you force the race. (On borrowed time)
But I don't wanna chase the ghost inside
I′d rather wait till morning if it stays the night

If you've got the medicine, I'll take it
Invite the infant and I′ll shake it
Out to find the one I won′t swallow when I could be at the end of my bottle


Hush your mouth and I'll speak mine
Read your books and I′ll write mine
Blink your eyes and I'll wipe mine
(Wake a ghost)
Well it′s too close to see or feel or recognize the problem to solve it now
And that's the kink in your plan
You′re better off ignoring meaning than try to define it!

Since I've got the medicine, I'll take it
If I lose the symptoms, then I′ll fake it
Another pill that you swallow that′s designed to keep you feeling so hollow
Another problem's been inflated
Give it up, but only after operated
There may not be a tomorrow
If you need some time I′ve got some to borrow


If I got this dance, I'm gonna get the chance to get away like I should do
If I got this dance, will I afford to take the pain or give it back?
If I got this dance, I will not hurt you
Mother, if I got this dance, I′m gonna have to hold you
Mother, if I've got this dance, I′ll take a step and you follow
And defend romance then, I'll never beg or borrow, ah-ha!
If I got this dance, baby, gotta give me your hand
And I'll grow to a man, if I′ve got this dance!