DESCRIPTION:
Moult off the Album Progress Has No Patience by The Dreaming Tree (C) 2009.

Lyrics:
She thinks through what she can't see
She asks way too much of me
She's a smiling Hollywood embrace...
She is the most professional fake

She's a lover of love that does not shine
She seals the collecting paper cuts of time
She twists so subtly the ceilings gaze
She stabs in dreams of purple polar haze

She's a possession to be locked away
She dwells in caged hearts every single day
She opens once with selective hidden word
She unlocks the primal, rattlesnaker

Maybe the fake that I adore
Maybe true love that asks for more
Maybe in cold time she left alone
The disused skin that was once my own

Since you left me to love
Since you left me to love

I've gained an appetite for the night
I've gained an appetite for the night

Poor down, already over fuelled
Poor down, already over fuelled

Poor down, already over fuelled
You've gone and leave me like a fool