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In A Truce
04:12
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I guess we tried to get rid of part of us
It was night and it tasted alright
You finally felt forged
I finally felt lord
You never pulled and i never pulled
but we both pushed
Like a knife in the yard
trying to mark our way home
and that's who you thought about
when i skidded on the drive
you liked it all too much
I liked you all too much
I forgot how to heal
you never heal
that's alright
we need a program, that smoke was raining
taking lend from lady darkly
you never chose me
I lied down gratefully
But god a back is just a back
and i can smell your throat
Making my children fold
taking stabs at the sulk
backs alone, backs alone
you never thought about the lines across my blinds
It was a chest too deep
It was a century
i forgot how to swim
You never thin
that's alright
I know more about your legs
than the ways of freezing
a kind of second to the way you speak
You finally blushed more
I finally tore and tore
you counted doors and i pained the charioted horse
with my urgency squints
trying to leave my own mark
i am low
i never thought about the way you spin and spin in me
You felt like everyone
I loved you more than once
You make them small
And me small
that's alright
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Broken Backs
01:18
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The Carvings On the Wall
04:20
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You're centered to what you borrowed from me
And in a truce you do borrow from me
Am i becoming who i thought i saw in the mirror all of those years ago?
cause when you monkey from my ribs, i'm a deer
and then i monk the bumps
Can I be a wreck and can i be young?
Raise your seam and show the sleet on it
The little bit of paint was just the back room leaned on
You laughed and i fit and fit off
man pulled me from my shoes
and took me to the place where my molars were formed
and i tampered with them
riding on the bull's back
knotting her legs
those bends in the light were perfect motion
I was larger than it, trying to live in it
yielded letters to periods
it was swan-centric water
baby said
'I've never hung from the ceiling for anyone'
i whispered to you that i travel like the sun
i put my arm in your sleeve and felt nothing
you put yours in mine and pulled out a ring
i woke up finally and my body had been shaven
and then i monk the bumps
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That Space
03:32
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That space to know you
I really didn't know you
never will there be a slower hand than mine
I went from a man to a chill and now no words
Three noises, got no words
How aren't you even words?
I forgot the word for legs
as the waves hit
let us slow down in grass
stagger forth
out of contact
out of fear of her own eyes
i stagger too much
serious companion, who's white?
I'm tracing out a red line
Be safe, come on and trim the top of all your lifts
The constant movement of a child
and the star swells
But this week has been a shift and it blew me down
hunting comets with a younger twin
and i'm probably never coming out of your iron
Because you put a bar on it
am i then a formal garden?
I'm tracing out a red line
I don't want to be an aeon
I just want a filthy sleep pattern
God i say and then i'm back to water
and i know i'm real to stand in
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The Teething Aisle
02:13
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i saw you there probably
hope you stepped on your thistle
be less sensitive
I lost count of my steps
my jaw locked nicely in your eyesight
tiles broke when i forgot the brush
and in my rare aisle i eye the carvings on the wall
i stopped because that's what you would do
be less sensitive
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This Is A Warning
06:21
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A lot of seats
And maybe i'm downtown
it does it all for you
Come and wink
I have to run all and out
With dungeon on your head
it does it all for you
Come on babe I need to sit at home
eyes out
I took that line and made the rest her binding
Tonight i leave eyes out
You hid them deep in you
You made it deep in you
Days that wake
A lot of seats
days don't take broken backs
it's not a fucking joke
you don't look at me
Dance and pig and you're back to the wall
I know life
To be a little more is to be a little more
Tonight my beak smelt sour
All of them are spinning, all of them are cheeks
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I Forgot How To Swim
05:34
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I ran my inner through the lord
it was an olive earned
and in place was the lips of my other
I ran my bones right through your rilles
and in the morning nothing felt
But i could tell i was less like a child
You make the stoplights go out
they heal our slaving
I tacked up every little tomb
from the royal garden's bloom
and i pinned up the heat with an offer
You make the balcony shake
I peeled off all my phases
it's in my back
please stay
caught in a drift
this is a warning
I can be more than what you've found
when i was pulled out of his mouth
In the calm of your bathe in the water
She made you tuck in all your clothes
And you ran through the yard to show
That the men were as dull as the prospect
I watched the lines becoming light
and i swore that you saw me hide
In the back of the room on fire
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Hands in the bite
Like a day in the cycle
You know i've been down
but that bleed looks okay on your teeth
where tall and dim is paling you
that hole in your side has a mother's grin
you have small ankles
i don't want you to fall
day, save me from holding you wrong
Baby i'm not the killed
and that man looked at me wrong
eagle wanted to pick you up
and maybe throw you around a little
but you have small ankles
and i don't want you to fault
but baby shook
and i'm a knife away
and it's nice to be a migrant for the day
day, save me from holding you wrong
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