Unspeakable Things

Unspeakable things
 Written longhand in your diary
 Unspeakable things
 In bags piled into a phone booth
 Pressed against glass
 Shouted aloud alone in gear at a red light
 Unspeakable things
 Stored at a high rate of interest
 Everything
 That you've done
 Laid out here
 One by one
 Caught on tape
 And compiled
 No one could ever ever try and forgive
 Unspeakable things
 Gathered and sold at auction
 Unspeakable things
 Go on overlooked in the kitchen
 Out the back window, through to the laneway
 Drawn in chalk then washed away
 Remember that day turns to night
 And cries for blood at the Cinesphere
 What you'd say
 If we could see
 Every day
 Every key
 If we got in
 By brute force
 You never ever could go home again
 You're never going home again
 "Oh what a night," sings the heir
 "How's your heart still beating?"
 "Oh what a night," sings the heir
 "How's your heart still beating out time?"