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Dove
05:19
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Sinking now I discovered a Dove
I've been down so long I forgot that I could look up
Thinking now through these blocks that I've learned to love
How do you know when enough's enough
Why could I never tell?
Ch-ch-ch choking down a cumbersome story
Detachments always worked out so well for me
Eaten alive by the empty but
One must remember Sisyphus happy
Could I ever escape this hell?
Wash away the pains of days and show me how to breathe
Because the will that's in us still never really leaves
I've been inviting in familiar sin
Devaluing the meaning
Of what it takes to be awake
Farewell I will outgrow this short-lived teething
Maukish tales of times mis-remembered
There's not glory in glibness nor tremors
Connections always taste sweeter after
Choking down awkward lines
Watch the wrinkles smooth in time
This too shall pass into catharsis that will last
Wash away the pains of days and show me how to breathe
Because the will that's in us still never really leaves
I've been inviting in familiar sin
Devaluing the meaning
Of what it takes to be awake
Farewell I will outgrow this short-lived teething
Wasted time the days I spent away from my self from my self
The distaste of healthy ways of asking for help
The small sensibilities are killing me
So wash away the pains of days and show me how to breathe
Because the will that's in us still never really leaves
I've been inviting in familiar sin
Devaluing the meaning
Of what it takes to be awake
Farewell I will outgrow this short-lived teething
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Coffee
03:07
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You were the first sip of morning coffee
Grounds in the sink staining softly
Porcelain souls deserve to be treated that way
So I wont be selfish and stay
Oh the way I loved you was not right
Through summer holidays into winter nights
I'm running out of smiles and smoldering into jokes
Taking the context out of every word that's spoken
Folding into this mold I've not broken
I wish you didn't see January's whisky
I've tried pushing you away not tearing you down with me
Oh the way I loved you was not right
Through summer holidays into winter nights
I have been running from this grotesque state of mind
But it keeps finding me wherever I hide
Oh the way I loved you was not right
Through summer holidays into winter nights
I have been running from this grotesque state of mind
But it keeps finding me
But it keeps finding me wherever I hide
Oh all the terrible words we have spoken
Molding the folds of this ocean
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Golden
04:04
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I've been falling back to bad habits
Splinting my shins chasing rabbits
But there's still time to save the
Progress from what's left
Dreaming dear-y stay in bed
Forget the demon's gone and dead
Soon I'll be done with them, too
Blissfully I lost the truth
Dropped the time fell out of tune
Sifting through my senseless blues
I had a partner in crime for a little beat of time
Sifting through my senseless blues
I lost track of all life holds again
There was no time when we were golden
And I'll be nobody's ashtray cigarette
The end of the night always stinks of stale regret
That cancerous perfume when conversation leaves the room
Blooms when I'm with you
So dreaming dear-y get out of bed
Forget the demon's gone and dead
Soon I'll be done with them, too
Blissfully I lost the truth
Dropped the time fell out of tune
Sifting through my senseless blues
I had a partner in crime for a little beat of time
Sifting through my senseless blues
I lost track of all life holds again
There was no time when we were golden
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