A strange mix of styles that kind of worked
Has it come to this?
Switch blade smile
Cadaver kiss
Nothing spoken of
but then nothing missed
Beneath the surface
The killers swim
A drop of Claret
and the feeding can begin
Has it come to this?
I am disinclined
to sentimentalise
That I loved you to much
It's a war of words
With no prisoners, required
Has it come to this?
Minutes the minutes
The hours and days
Slip by without any trace
Waiting, I'm waiting
For something to change
But nothing is out of place
Minutes the minutes
The hours and days
Minutes the minutes
The hours and days
Minutes the minutes
The hours and days
Minutes the minutes
Has it come to this?
I am disinclined
to sentimentalise
That I loved you to much
It's a war of words
With no prisoners, required
Has it come to this?
There's no pressure
There's no pain
Just a little worm
That turns inside your brain
Minutes the minutes
The hours and days
Minutes the minutes
The hours and days
Minutes the minutes
The hours and days
Minutes the minutes
The hours and days
I am disinclined
to sentimentalise
That I loved you to much
It's a war of words
With no prisoners, required
Has it come to this?
Words and Music Duncan Butler