Comedy Horn Lyrics

Choking my lips I won't take the change too hard

(If you want we'll end it all with a phone call)

Dreading every last fight, you speed off, move on

(It's a worn out war, sound the comedy horn)

I stopped freezing once, it got so cold

(Bones were breaking, even organs slowed)

And still I want to agree, the test melted me, and the recipe is flawed

Yes it seems the rain has stopped moving, and it's settled straight over us

The plate in my hip kept me from swiveling off, with the body of an 80 yr old

I'll make that finish strong, fresh faced with smiles, that's the strangest dream of all

Their relief's below

The injured retreat

And their bumps swell up

Well you can't lure anyone

Just go and talk to all those cheats

They'll tell which road you are on

Lights will change, traffic will slow

(stopped grinding my gears, together we speed on)

Afraid to turn, the straightest curve

(turns and curves they cover the earth)

I've rejected molds, rejected love, reject them both, but the rejection's old

The relief's below

Injuries repeat

And their cuts fell off

Still you can't lure anyone

Go and talk to all those cheats

They'll tell you that the road, is it is gone

Cheers often, they, they surprise

Enjoy the voluble, react, give a reply

Yeah, first off, when we don't talk, that is a gift to you, what's wrong

Are you cursed at birth, the family swallows, as they drag behind

When all your weapons broke, you saw what worked, and it was so much harder

When you were mine