Lyrics Stalagmites - The Cribs

We stand here in ceremonial dress
With a knife in the garter
Like the love you never get to feel
This is the fame of the martyr
You are the California smile
You're the cake decorator

He has like this plan which is just keep doing
Exactly what it is that you're doing
And everything's just somehow going to be alright
And I was like, I'm growing stalagmites
I don't want to be here anymore

So I guess we're going to live in this haunted city forever more
Where the gray creeps through your front door
And all the houses look like jack-o-lanterns,
Exactly the same all stood in a row.
Glowing with the mundanity
Of an early evening being lived out inside

Like the rabbits with ointment in their eyes
Trying to focus in cages
The lines are blurred, so what is it?
An hourglass or two faces?

We're only human is our excuse
Let's just keep blaming nature
My heart melts less over the years
While the past rings in my ears
You are the California smile
You're the cake decorator

So if needs be I'll batter you with unrelenting dignity
My mouth will be sealed tighter than a nervous clam
Because all words will be meaningless
When you're washed up on the sand
Try not to think about the future
Try not to live in the past

In the meantime, I'll write down all of these words
And sing songs of being lost then found (yeah)
Being loved and lost