Fish - A Feast of Consequences

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I tear a page from the book of faces
Throw your letters in an open fire
I couldn’t say that I still despise you
But I’m finding it hard to not to
After all that was said not done it’s time this thing was over
Did I want you to change your mind I don’t honestly think so
Picking me up like a lovesick puppet
You were dancing me over a burning flame
You kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining
You just wouldn’t let me go
We were running out of words, running out of lines, running out of things to say
We were running out of heart, running out of love, running out of reasons to
stay
There was something so deeply flawed
In the beginning we tried to deny it
Like a crack in a china doll
A masquerade in silence
Where we try to recognise just who exactly we’re trying to hide
We played our roles in this grand design
Fooled ourselves in our own disguises
We were running out of pills, running out of smoke, running out of fine white
wines
We were running out of road, running out of fuel, running out of places to hide
It’s a feast of consequences
Facing up to a feast of consequences
Bearing down on a feast of consequences
It looks like we’re dining alone
(GTR)
Table for one for a word drunk poet
Losing my mind in a dancing flame
It kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining
It just wouldn’t let me go
We were running out of World, running out of hope, running out of resources
We were running out of time, running out of space, running out of tomorrows
If we only knew then what we know now would we have changed our minds,
it was all about time we faced the feast of consequences
Can’t walk away from this feast of consequences
Can’t ignore this feast of consequences