The Art of Falling Apart
Album - 1983 - Debaser id 38915

Atmospheres are tense today
Mother and father are rowing again
Silently seated around the table
You're the one that's getting the blame
Father looks at you like a snake
You play with the food upon your plate
No one seems to be on your side
Things that threaten to hurt your pride

Mother loves to be concerned
Using lessons that she learnt
Fathers never understand
When children have the upper hand

Smiling you did your time at school
Crying quietly like a fool
Saturday night and Sunday morning
Did all the things they asked you to do
They say that home is where the heart is
But home is only where the hurt is
Pull the wool over the eyes
Forget the worries that you started

Mother loves to be concerned
Using lessons that she learnt
Fathers never understand
When children have the upper hand

When you stayed out every night
The first time from your parent's sight
They started to show some concern
But by then it was too late
Feel it's time to pull away
Shut your ears to all they say
Be yourself you know it's true
When in the end what's left is you

Mother loves to be concerned
Using lessons that she learnt
Fathers never understand
When children have the upper hand

Numbers
Who's the person that you woke up next to today
If you were any older
Then you'd know you'd have to pay your way
Well maybe you do already
But you make out they pay you
Did you ask yourself where did love go wrong with you?

Numbers
Don't tell me your name I don't want to know
And don't forget to take all reminders when you go
Good things have to end
And I was never any good at saying goodbye
Because when I say goodbye a silly thing happens
And I always cry

Numbers
You're looking so thin these days are you doing speed?
(No, numbers)
Have you seen your face? Now you're really going to seed
(Playing numbers)
Doing a nine to five in the day
And you never know their names
Because names make a person real
And there's no real people in these games

Numbers
Pass them on and pass them by
Numbers
Never hold a good thing down for long
Numbers
Throw 'em away like Kleenex
Numbers
Pick them up and push them away
Numbers
Oh numbers

Until you wake up one day
And find that you're a number

Body one, body two, body three, body four
Body one, body two, body three, body four
Numbers

It was the heat of the night I think
Or it could've been the effect of the drink
But I had to brush away the flies
That started to collect around your eyes
I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust
You're still playing games and abusing my trust

In the heat of the night
In the glow of the light
It's the back and the bite
That's feeling alright
Do you use up bodies like cigarettes
Do you need them for ego
Do you need them for sex

It was a bite of a night gone wrong
And the effect of listening to negative songs
Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand
And the way the room keeps spinning around
I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust
(Now I know what they mean by looks can kill)
You're still playing games and abusing my trust
(And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel)

In the heat of the night
In the glow of the light
It's the back and the bite
That's feeling alright
Do you use up bodies like cigarettes
Do you need them for ego
Do you need them for sex

And you're moaning about your wasted life
Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes"
With the cups on the floor
And the plates in the sink
And the room full of smoke
And then you full of drink

You skin's going dry
And the colour of sand
Ignore the cigarette burning your hand

Baby doll is on her trapeze
Wearing the smile that she never sees
Thinking of dollar as she tries to tease

Time to play Sheba on a wooden stage
Taking off the clothes that are grimy with age
Rubbing down the skin that is white and cold
And the sticking plasters that cover up the holes
Stared at by a man that would do her harm
Needs to earn the money that will feed his arm
He promised you security safe and warm
He promised you security safe and warm

They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside
The emptiness you try to hide

I would melt your eyes that are glassy and cold
And as for the future when you grow old
Baby doll
Baby doll
They'll never know the hurt you feel inside
The emptiness you try to hide

Take a tiny costume from a pile of clothes
Just a touch of glitter and a glow of gold
Pick on a failure make his knees go weak
Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak

He'll wipe a line of dribble falling from his mouth
Make your wages later when you're back at his house
Try to hide the mirror 'cause it's never kind
Kick start the heart that's so hard to find
Try to save the beauty and to draw the line
Baby, baby, baby doll
Continue your search for a genuine love
Continue your search for a genuine love

Baby, baby, baby doll

The Art Of Falling Apart
Falling through at the seams
Living life in a dream
Even smiles make a lie
And I smile all the time

I'm skilled at the art
Of falling apart
It's the holding together
Together forever

Trying all of the vices
Is what's doing the damage
All the good things are bad things
And I'm paying the prices

I'm skilled at the art
Of falling apart
It's the holding together
Together forever

I'm covered in bruises
From mixing with losers
It's the black and the blue
That's seeing me through
My cigarette diet
Means my throat hurts like hell
My friends say I'm dying
But I do it so well

I'm skilled at the art
Of falling apart
It's the holding together
Together forever