Talk
In this light, I could be anyone
The hero that you wanted all along
A giant's shadow looming up the wall
But smaller now than I ever was
Oh my kindness is a lie
Wicked tongue and wicked eyes
She was shy and I was just a boy
I wonder where a girl like that would go
The hollow ring of silver on the floor
Bought your company, but not your love
Here we are, my mercenary friends
We can drink and talk and play pretend
All the words that hurt you
Wear them now like armor
They will never harm or burden you again
I won't fight like a lion of the rock
But damn it if I don't give good talk
Talk, talk, talk
A cliché of a broken thing
A ruin filling up on wine and skin
Leave this city, go across the sea
Forget the ashes of my family
We are all still puppets on their strings
Truth an ever-buried, bitter thing
Talk, talk, talk
Autor(es): The Manimals
