lyrics
I don't want to watch when the sky is crumbling, I just want you to find, within these pages you're fumbling through, some silent piece of mind, some perfect waste of time, some place where all your thoughts can stay unthought, and twisted, torn and warped into this will to snort every spec of sherbet in the sky until there's nothing left. There is only blood raining on the rest who ever loved you, and gave their breath to fill their lungs with you, until there's nothing left.
So one by one they came, and hatched inside your brain, and caused you so much pain you almost died. And staring at your flesh, and the bullets in your chest - I'd gladly force them all into mine, until there's nothing left. There is only blood raining on the rest who ever loved you, and gave their breath to fill their lungs with you, until there's nothing left.
Just you and I in this stranger's brain, following this trail of toothpaste stains until we reach the kingdom of bronze, conjured from your favourite songs; and I learnt your chords, I learnt your lyrics, I finished the ice cream you never finished. When the dairy burnt a hole in your throat, I was there to teach your tongue to float.
credits
from
The Creaky Step,
released August 22, 2015
Harry George played keys on this one.
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