The night has fallen down the staircase    And I, for one, have felt its bruises    Equilbrium; inebriated    Our social graces have been displaced       As we sink deeper into the drink    The volume increases....    Night time resurrects fault lines    Silent wars -- rumble somewhere below    The surfaces verses...    The surfaces verses...    The shoe is dropped, lungs explode    Shards of words of a shattered voice    And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown       Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...    Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...       The moon is rising, a revolution    I close my eyes and the room is spinning    You're screaming:       "Sweetie, the moon has raped me --    It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me    So I must learn to abort these feelings    This romance is bleeding..."       Night time triggers the land mines    Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers    Marching two by two...    Marching two by two...    A soldier's down    Flood gates burst    I've said some things I wish you'd never heard    Like, "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown."    It's growing as we speak    And it's sucking us both in    A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day