No Poetry Lyrics - Trading Snakeoil For Wolftickets - Gary Jules

"There's no poetry between us" 

Said the paper to the pen 

Something's burning in the attic 

That her tongue will not defend 

Through the arc of conversation 

Past the teeth behind the smile 

Down the miracle mile 

To the bottom of the ladder 

Paint your eyes and hide the tatters 

What's the matter baby? 

Could we go downtown 

To the middle of the world? 

You were always such a pretty girl 

And you told me I was beautiful 

"There's no poetry between us" 

Said the paper to the pen 

"And I get nothing for my trouble 

But the ink beneath my skin" 

If your clothes are getting weary 

And your soul's gone out of style 

Blame the miracle mile 

And the bottom of the ladder 

Paint your eyes and hide the tatters 

What's the matter baby? 

...I'm coming too