Lyrics The Surgeon and the Scientist - La Dispute
Don′t
call
this
an
art
project.
This
is
science,
this
is
progress.
And
don't
pretend
these
are
heartfelt
words,
we
are
Children
dressed
as
surgeons
but
disturbed
by
the
sight
of
our
scars.
And
now
we
carry
scalpels
to
trace
the
scarring
resting
somewhere
On
the
line
between
my
house,
your
heart
and
into
your
home.
Where
you
lay
sleeping
like
a
ceiling
fan
in
winter,
Gently
turning
as
the
wind
reaches
it′s
fingers
through
the
window
Just
to
hold
you,
like
I
held
you.
Pressed
like
a
rose
between
my
fingers
or
like
stones
I
keep
in
pockets
meant
to
weigh
me
underwater.
These
scars
will
fade
away
but
never
disappear,
my
dear.
We'll
raise
our
fists
like
lightning
to
rods
to
god
and
If
he
strikes
us
down,
Then
he
strikes
us
down.
But
first,
let
him
hear
us
speak:
We
are
like
the
legacy
of
thunderstorms
we
watched
and
swore
in
doorways,
"We
will
never
be
the
same
again."
I
can
feel
you
healing
and
I
hate
it,
(Like
a
harpist
without
hands
you
only
bang
the
strings
You
used
to
love
to
touch
so
much)
To
hear
the
dissonance
drain
violently
and
then
dissolve
Like
all
the
songs
I
sang
but
never
once
could
make
you
smile.
My
god,
I
would
kill
to
make
you
smile.
And
reach
out
to
my
hands,
soft
and
frail,
To
make
good
on
the
love
that
you
swear
still
exists,
and
still
thrives
Though
we've
buried
our
bodies
in
blood
(and
old
lies,
Like,
"I′m
fine"
and
"you
look
so
much
better
than
him"
But
don′t
trust
the
surgeon
with
your
heart,
She's
drunk
and
sips
from
poison
cups,
and
Don′t
you
trust
the
scientist,
He
says
"life-is-like-a-wineglass"
as
he
spills
his
drink
Like
secrets
All
across
your
dress
and
says:
"My
dear,
I
must
confess,
I
never
thought
you
ever
knew
what
love
was
like
for
real.
I
never
thought
you
needed
me.")
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