This is my song to the uncouth
We knew our ghosts before we could move
Grand with our sick sweethearts removed
Like no others
I am the friend who never gets
The limousine on diesel dream death
See spirit danger that's ahead
As you grin cheaply
And I stipple this illusion
Some kind of faultless love
Yeah, I'm left perfectly stippled
Outside a faultless love
We are the terminally bored
With all the charm we can't afford
And our ever occurring war
Next to prim green
Where I stipple this illusion
Some kind of faultless love
Yeah, I'm left perfectly stippled
Outside a faultless love
It's in the butterscotch silage bugged
And in the strangest of foliages
We're halos in reverse
We're halos reversed first
And we share a mask of tempest
But there's no, no twirling from this
We're forget me not buds
And we'll sink eternally sober
Keep stippling this steeple
Just stipple this steeple
In steeple stilettos, in steeple stilettos
Cos I just need time to figure out a sleepless mind
And I swear the future tastes so fine
Knowing that my castle will be fine
So I stipple this illusion
Some kind of faultless
Yeah I'm left perfectly stippled
Outside a faultless love
And paradise won't fail us in time with faultless love
And you know I'll never leave you within a faultless love