Brett Anderson - Actors

I won't comment on your words
Or the silence in your curse,
I won't count the times we tried
For a stranger life,
I won't criticize your thoughts
Or your appetite for war,
I won't calculate your chance
Of a fine romance.

But I do know that sometimes
We just spiral through life
And I'm staggered by the pace
As you turn my way

And we move like actors
On a burning mattress
And we're bold like tattoos
In the crowded avenues.
And I'm falling, falling
Like a song she's calling,
And I'm falling, falling
Like a song.

I won't entertain your claims,
Your belligerent exchange,
I'm not shattered by your charms
My blue-veined one,
I don't need to be the last
Of the horrors of your past,
I've not sympathy for love,
It's a weapon that you have

But I do know that sometimes
We just spiral through life
And I'm staggered by the pace
As you turn my way

And we move like actors
On a burning mattress
And we're bold like tattoos
In the crowded avenues.
And I'm falling, falling
Like a song she's calling,
And I'm falling, falling
Like a song