The Manorlands Project on strike

I dare it not to cross your lips
You scheme and plot with your painted fingertips
I'm running through these tired streets
This could be our last kiss
Goodbye
Last kiss goodbye
Amber with painted glass receptacle
You're trying not to make a spectacle
I wish you wouldn't make such a mess of
This could be our last kiss
Goodbye
Last kiss goodbye
What you say, be careful
What you say, be careful
Goodbye
Last kiss goodbye
Goodbye
Last kiss goodbye