Dark Leaves Form a Thread Lyrics

Susan, the truth is,
Sipping sherry branded by moonlight's just a game people are playing tonight.

Seriously, terror advances... so

Sorry if you should find me
Thinking of only the things that I need.
I've been living in America in churches of greed––it's sick!

No, it's cool.
You go. I'll stay,
Perfectly at home with this dread.
Dark leaves form a thread!

So,
Should you still want me
You can find me down at the café,
A little bit too busy being served.
Sworn enemy of the waitresses there,
A late September sunlight travels through her hair––it wants to be seen...
Nah, it's cool.
You go. I'll stay,
Perfectly at home with this dread.
Dark leaves form a thread!