Marone Moan by Human Sexual Response Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Like a wheel within a wheel, sparks, I feel
A grating friction between us
Metal needs metal and wood needs wood
It's an addiction between us
Like two hands of a clock that cross, don't stop
The time is wasted between us
Minute by minute with less and less in it
'Til there is nothing between us
And though the void will swallow me, I must
Plunge into the empty well that waters us
Will I fall or just dissolve, a bit of dust?
Am I asking for too much?
[Verse 2]
Like two rolls of the dice that yield the same total twice
There is no difference between us
With the throw always loaded and the corners eroded
No contest between us
Like a hall full of mirrors reflects us embarrassed
It's just ourselves in between us
Or like a crack in the mirror, one never repairs
So much bad luck flows between us
And though the mirror follows me, I must
Try to smash the wall of glass that splinters us
Is it blood that stains my hand, or is it just
That I'm keeping you in touch?
Am I asking for too much?
Did the mirror call my bluff?
[Outro]
Moan, Marone Moan
Marone Moan, Marone Moan
Marone Moan, Marone Moan
Marone Moan, Marone Moan
Moan, Marone Moan
Moan, Marone Moan
Like a wheel within a wheel, sparks, I feel
A grating friction between us
Metal needs metal and wood needs wood
It's an addiction between us
Like two hands of a clock that cross, don't stop
The time is wasted between us
Minute by minute with less and less in it
'Til there is nothing between us
And though the void will swallow me, I must
Plunge into the empty well that waters us
Will I fall or just dissolve, a bit of dust?
Am I asking for too much?
[Verse 2]
Like two rolls of the dice that yield the same total twice
There is no difference between us
With the throw always loaded and the corners eroded
No contest between us
Like a hall full of mirrors reflects us embarrassed
It's just ourselves in between us
Or like a crack in the mirror, one never repairs
So much bad luck flows between us
And though the mirror follows me, I must
Try to smash the wall of glass that splinters us
Is it blood that stains my hand, or is it just
That I'm keeping you in touch?
Am I asking for too much?
Did the mirror call my bluff?
[Outro]
Moan, Marone Moan
Marone Moan, Marone Moan
Marone Moan, Marone Moan
Marone Moan, Marone Moan
Moan, Marone Moan
Moan, Marone Moan