We hold a party every year at the end of
Summer when the nights are cool,
And we can have Halloween early.
It’s an excuse. It's always an excuse.

Flowing out from various cracks
We come together.
Always we come here;
It reminds us of something.

There is a flat in London you see.
A flat with a cage and a man who lies
To everyone he meets.
To everyone but me.

It was something we never had,
Sure, we like to imagine,
Imagine the Thames is warm and
The sleet will stop.

The rain is never warm here,
And tequila can only do so much.
Alcohol just helps us undress
And dissolve each other's shame.

Our blood mingles and it hurts.
The sand in it scrapes the walls,
And there is only so much a body can take.
So much a body can take.

It’s a select group, though we'd never
Admit it.
Our lovers and friends don’t know it
And we are a little afraid of one another.

Betrayal is so easy for us
It’s laughable.
Broken hearts are easily mended,
Besides, we have eachother.

We each of us live in four different worlds,
And none of them collide. Then we
come together in  incestuous ******.
We're not related.

None of us are related,
But we are family,
And every family has it's wounds.
Ours is ******.

My brother has a flat in London you see.
The flat has a cage, and he lies about it.
He lies about it to everyone but me.