The Throat Songtext
von Olin Janusz

I remember all the gestures
And the things that you would say
Of the bleakness in the winter
Never talked about in day
That it′s always indifferent
Always solemn and blue
But the words that spilled out of your mouth
Never seemed to come from you
And I know that there's a difference
Between persistence and resistance
But I think for right now
All that matters in this instance
Is that time isn′t kind
It's been nine years I think
All the swallows in the darkness
All the sadness in the drink


And when you see me calling
Do you wish it wasn't me
Do you think of someone else
When my head′s between your knees
Are you worried that I′m wrong
Or that you're too fucked up
Are you simply sick and tired
And have you had enough
Do you wonder when it was
When you last felt adored
When you look and see the throat you have
Do you forget that it′s yours
It's the throat that I′ve yearned for
And the throat that I dreamed
The throat that spat the words out
And the throat that swallowed teeth

But still you come
To argue and sigh
It's not what we wanted
It′s just what survives
And when you stay
We'll wallow and cry
We're old and we′re tired
But we′ll never die