FakerDeath

Faker Death - Ed Tullett

The touch is what I missed most

And the haste with which you crept

Into my arms a vital part

Of what I don't have left

Blue blood wasn't in me

But you made me royal

F**ked up without reason

But perfectly loyal

With fire in my lips

It will make me feel sick

That you'd rather drown a blue death

Than be veiled in deep red

And with fire in my lips

It will make me feel sick

That you'd rather drown a blue death

Than be veiled in deep red

The touch was what I hadn't lost

But the haste with which I'd left

Made my eyelids heavier

As if I hadn't slept

Valour wasn't in me

But I was sure enough to swallow

Pride was what I'd left behind

Guilt is what will follow

And with red marks on my neck

It will make me leave my nest I

Would rather burn what was me

Than live with what is dead

And with red marks on my neck

It will make me leave my nest I

Would rather burn what was me

Than live with what is dead

And the beat from my chest

Was the loudest thing in the world

And the absence of your dress

Was the hardest thing to ignore

And into you I crept just

How I had endured

The months of what was faked death

Of my heart I wasn't sure

The months of what was faked death

Of my heart I wasn't sure

Only breath would give us up

Hidden in the quiet

Lonely and together

In love and somehow silent