Casualty Lyrics
The song Casualty is performed by Cursive in the album named Domestica in the year 2000 .
The night has fallen down the staircase
And I, for one, have felt its bruises
Equilbrium; inebriated
Our social graces have been displaced
As we sink deeper into the drink
The volume increases....
Night time resurrects fault lines
Silent wars -- rumble somewhere below
The surfaces verses...
The surfaces verses...
The shoe is dropped, lungs explode
Shards of words of a shattered voice
And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...
The moon is rising, a revolution
I close my eyes and the room is spinning
You're screaming:
"Sweetie, the moon has raped me --
It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me
So I must learn to abort these feelings
This romance is bleeding..."
Night time triggers the land mines
Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers
Marching two by two...
Marching two by two...
A soldier's down
Flood gates burst
I've said some things I wish you'd never heard
Like, "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown."
It's growing as we speak
And it's s*cking us both in
A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day
Cursive - Domestica
Jun 2000
- Casualty
- Martyr
- Shallow Means, Deep Ends
- Making Friends and Acquaintances
- Red So Deep
- Lament of Pretty Baby
- Game of Who Needs Who the Worst
- Radiator Hums
- Night I Lost the Will to Fight
Casualty