Shinbone Soap
And the vampire
Had not been
Invited
All the way in
By the ones he loved
By the ones he loved
And the smell of blood
Of the ones he loved
Tricky timing
Missing something
Both too proud to
Since they're listening
Holding grudges
Choosing quicksand
Accidentally
Reaching for the hand
Of the one you love
Of the one you love
Of the one you love
Of the one you love
Bad behavior
Missing something
To the drama
Of the quicksand
Knowing better
But still sinking
Inward looking
Both were trying
Tried and tested tied
Tried and tested tied
To the one you love
To the one you love
They remembered
Only silence
Soap flakes falling
By the roadside
Holding onwards
Out the window
Writing front seat
Manifestos
For the ones you loved
For the ones you loved
For the ones you loved
For the ones you loved
And the radio
And the bars of soap
Holding on a shinbone