Lyric Zodiac Lung

The shape of a zodiac lung
Is beckoning like a bad christ
It hovers above your head
It s pulling the world over my life
If you don t hear a word I m saying
You can t cover it with your hair
You can t hide it in your army coat
You ve got the milltown demon stare
You forgot all the letters that you wrote
You can t hear a word I m saying
No you can t hear a thing at all
When I die it ll be because of you
There I ll lie and it ll all point to you
It s fuck ups like you that always seem to take it all
It s fuck ups like you that never seem to go away
The shape of the zodiac lung
Is like the shape of the back of my hand
And I ll knock you across this room
And I ll bury my head in the sand
You won t feel my love type baby
No you won t feel a thing at all
When I die it ll be because of you
There I ll lie and it ll all point to you
It s fuck ups like you that always seem to get it all
It s fuck ups like you that never seem to die
I don t know why