Silhouette - Thrice

Your eyes, followed me here

Your eyes, seamless and sure

They leave me broken and in need of a cure

Your eyes, followed me here

Your eyes, sifting my soul

They leave me broken and forge diamonds from the coal

They race me along

The infinite synapse of white lines

And then while chasing the dawn

With storybook syntax

Your eyes slit the throat

Of all I know

About myself in this life

This silhouette lie

And your eyes, speaking in tongues

Vigilant still, filling my lungs

Testing my will

They leave me broken and bruised and bleeding

Your eyes, resting in flame

Leave me breathless again

Like hydrogen

Split on faultlines

Or ten years living with

Exposure to radon

Your eyes, Your eyes

Speaking in tongues

Vigilant still, and always

Filling my lungs

Testing my will

You slit my throat

Because I know

That this life is a lie

So slit my throat