Lyrics: A Rebours - Chiaroscuro

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Artist: A Rebours
Album: Vanish
Song: Chiaroscuro

Hanging by a thread
Giving it back some time
Stretched out on the bed
This wraith haunting my life
Giving you back some time
And listening to what you've said
The wraith haunting my life
With cuts that never bled.

Spilled cabernet stains a Rorschach blot
That we use to assess our deepest thoughts.
Confessions and apologies seem maladroit
And yet, through their aperture, a black and white snapshot.

Listening to what you've said,
That familiar line:
“These cuts that never bled
Obfuscate the signs.”
“Hanging by a thread,”
That familiar line.
Disregard the signs
Laid out on the bed.

Listening to your body hum in the dark,
That sonar so I always know where you are.
Shadows from the gaslight form a question mark;
All the answers are hidden in your stars.
Stark, sallow light burns holes in our haunted space,
Shadows thrown envelop us in a velvet grace.
Words are inadequate shoes for the steps that we retrace,
So, emotions are dragged down a worm-eaten staircase.

Music and lyrics copyright © Ian Stone, 2007