Catamaran - Audiotree Live Version

Got your bones spread out on the dance floor
 Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket
 Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage
 Own the reason that we all are faking it
 Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in
 Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images
 You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk, is any, is any, is any...
 You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk
 They came in, they came in, through the window...
 I waited around for this clock for these dirty words
 Take hold of my tongue when you're pressing it down
 Against the floor of my mouth there's a pulse in every drop of history
 Space is allotted for the questioner
 At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen
 Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand
 Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead
 You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk, is any, is any, is any...
 You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk
 They came in, they came in, through the window...
 Bury your knife, bury your knife...