Husbands Songtext
von Attack in Black

We, the black-streaked, bag-eyed husbands
Move waiting to be widowed
By the passing of familiar skies
And all we′ve come to know
Our shadows have my sympathy
'Cause they must never wish to be
Joined beneath, unwillingly
Our endless, restless feet

So praise be the break of day
When we run out of things to say
We′ll learn to speak in different ways
So plead with the cities to be breathing
May beauty make them bend and sway
We'll learn to speak in different ways


Our lusts caught frozen in the street light
Our indecision rides atop the crow
It burned out, blackened, turned to ash and blew away
To embers far too bright to see
And not there enough to weigh

So praise be the break of day
When we run out of things to say
We'll learn to speak in different ways
So plead to the cities to be breathing
May beauty make them bend and sway
We′ll learn to speak in different ways

Praise be the break of day
When we run out of things to say
We′ll learn to speak in different ways
So plead with the cities to be breathing
May beauty make them bend and sway
We'll learn to speak in different ways