Letras
It's human dignity
Anatomical inaccuracy
I'm painted pale
It's fine, it's fine, our god is so divine
Light from the burning ball of your features carved in stone
I could almost hear your head crack
As you tried to think of a way to take things back from me
Despite the peace that I wondered if I'd ever find again
Oh, is this situational, subjective turntable?
Find me a sculptor that hasn't yet lied
Make an amendment to let me remember
What makes me so ready to recognize what's fleeting
Meet you halfway
Fetishize how you live or do you even live at all?
Grass is blue and the sky is immense and the keys hang on the wall
Minimal social cues
I need your reassurance to get through, but not too much
Drown me and you'll lose all of your touch
Two kindred spirits flourishing in desperation
Could we go away sometime?
Speeding, feeling all we are at once
I'm whole, but part of this
A sliver of my finger wants to ditch
Oh, is this situational, subjective turntable?
They lay there faking, we feel so guilty
I'll miss his replacement and visions of naked folk from the beach
But the time's still early
Fleeting, where is my escape?