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lyrics
Scissors on the concrete
In a basement fresh from flooding
I do my best to say it
But I end up saying nothing
As our eight limbs intertwine
And what we find is not refusing
And what I know I keep on losing
And so shallow is the breathing in the deep end.
Is this leaving, without parting?
Am I hurting, without harming?
Oh, and maybe someday I’ll say that I won’t stay too long
And then be gone before the dawn
But for now I keep your little hands in mine
If only it were enough
We wouldn’t have to
We wouldn’t want to
Hide upstairs
And on the bed we fall into our arms
And with her body barely far I rarely have to feel any harm
And with chapped lips I let it slip that I wish we’d never part
From where we are
But what a place to rest
In the nest, with the least of worries, and
What a place to rest
In the mouth of the beast
But I let it slip behind
Though I rarely compromise
But the times to come are yet
With her head against my neck
With her head against my neck
Is that a secret? May I keep it?
I will wear it though I could not bear to speak it.
But people see it, and people taste it,
People lick and stare but wouldn’t dare embrace it.
Is that a warning? Or more redundant?
Are we ever alone when stones thrown are abundant?
And even loved ones, with their embraces,
Can strangle morning in their caring hands and faces.
As night erases all sense of patience
(What am I allowed to feel right now? What am I allowed to feel?)
Our hands are full, our eyes are vacant
(What am I allowed to feel right now? What am I allowed to feel?)
Just so determined to cage a feeling
(What am I allowed to feel right now? What am I allowed to feel?)
That I would take a blank page and make it revealing
(What am I allowed to feel right now? What am I allowed to feel?)
But I
Have no need to be starved for meaning
As I
Look upon your face as though it were the first time...oh, and
I don’t know what to say, no,
I don’t know what to do
So I’ll just stare at you.
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