lyrics
THE ALGEBRA OF NEED. He sees her slipping away a little further with each day… but I cannot bring myself to pull the sword out from his heart. Well, it seems to me the algebra of need dictates if you love something more than you love yourself, then you’d fight for it and you’d die for it – and if you don’t, you never deserved it. Love can be ruthless when there’s so much at stake – never give a sucker an even break. Hold tight to what you’ve got or prepare to lose the lot. It’s unfair, but such is life and we’ve all been there. Cold hands will pick the locks when these needy hearts are hot. It’s warfare, take no prisoners – we dare not care… we dare not care! His demons are running up on him but he dare not give them a name… and I cannot bring myself to tell him that they bear my face. Well, it seems to me the workplace agreement dictates if you slack off, then you will lose your position. Now I’ve fought for this, and you have brought this upon yourself, and hence you deserve it. Vampires are everywhere, so sharpen your stakes. The grass is always greener, but beware of the snakes. Hold tight to what you’ve got or prepare to lose the lot. It’s unfair, but such is life and we’ve all been there. Cold hands will pick the locks when these needy hearts are hot. It’s warfare, take no prisoners – we dare not care… Well, it seems to me that I should be sorry – and I am, but I love her and she’s in my arms. Hold tight to what you’ve got or prepare to lose the lot. It’s unfair, but c’est la vie and we’ve all been there. Cold hands will pick the locks when these needy hearts are hot. It’s warfare, take no prisoners – we dare not care!
credits
from
Crimson Deluxe,
released October 16, 2008
Matthew R. Davis: vocals, bass.
Tom Kilsby: drums, backing vocals.
Owen Gillett: keyboards, vocals.
Paul Hutchinson: guitars.
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