Modern Cool Lyrics
the perfect shade of lipsticka red that beliesinsouciancecarefully weaved into a styleeyeliner drawn with an artisan’s handreplication makes perfectionshe’s just a button short of trashmatching toes and fingersthe peek-a-boo shoemanipulationas subtle as the perfumea South Beach tan under a sun-streaked doorchestration and precisionthe girl works harder than youprimitive inspirationpackaged in modern disguisedispositionpermitting a glimpse of the thighmasculine resolve with a feminine plandomination and submissionshe smells the gas then lights the matchstylish deliberationthe chattel of Calvin Kleinobsessioncalculation of color and designglamour defined by supply and demandeducation and graduationshe’s just a culture short of classa moment of indecisioncool wind from the edge of the cliffintoxicationfeels like love when it looks like thisif Truth is the price for a superficial charmthe night is laughingwatching us turn absolutely nothing into form the season changed and the sky turned gray without the sun there is no night, or day the hours stack like sand in a glass i suppose i should sleep till spring like the grass but there's reason to believe that spring won't arrive there's reason to fear that when you left, I died when i look in the mirror, my face is too white when i check for a pulse, i'm afraid of the quiet definition is blurred by the shadows of white movement is stalled by the absence of light i can't bear the cold without the heat of my blood i can't find my heart without the warmth of your love If i start to cry the tears freeze on my face If i start to smile my skin cracks in place if i start to scream the snow buries the sound i slip on the ice that covers the ground like a snowman, with arms open wide i'll remember the spring i'll remember the light i'm petrified, like stone in the cold but i'll wait forever, frozen, and alone no one must know no one to call but for the lipstick and perfume there would be no trace here of me at all blinded by your tenderness crushed beneath your kiss i'm your silent partner in this a ghost in this room waiting for you but for the naked desire that promises to shelter a love-sick fool lost inside your wilderness exiled by your kiss i'm your silent partner in this intoxicated on the violence of this fire feeding the greed that burns my fingertips suffocated on the sweetest brutality and the warmth and breath and whisper of a liar nowhere to go beg me to stay can't you hide the kindness in your eyes that leaves me bleeding on and on this way? blinded by your tenderness crushed beneath your kiss i'm your silent partner in this for company i like lots of MTV stylish imagery, advised, connived, and contrived to take me far away from me i like a cell-phone conversation short enough to slip in the cracks of the call-waiting-generation i like a foreign film or two if that's what everyone else likes [...]
