Publicist UK - Slow Dancing to This Bitter Earth

The weather is changing, dialogue is stagey.
But the intent, the intent is pure.
We speak of purity, haircuts an atrocity:
a reminder that every scene’s a bore.
You can wave the red flag,
decorate your handbag,
but even the dead think consistency’s a chore.

My favorite feelings are joy and contempt.
In you, in you I’ve met my match.
My strongest feelings are joy and contempt.
In you, in you I’ve met my match.

The day is long, the day is hard.
It is an uncertain word we speak ‘til we’re slow dancing to this bitter earth.
We’re slow dancing to this bitter earth.

Heart-sleeved charmers, best not to believe.
What’s convenient is rarely good.
You can hate how the roads are paved
eventually you live in the state.
Apolitical, baby; my heart, in its fashion, is true.

My strongest feelings are joy and contempt.
In you, in you I’ve met my match.
We’re slow dancing to this bitter earth.
My strongest feelings are joy and contempt.
In you, in you I’ve met my match.
We’re slow dancing to this bitter earth.