Letras
The moon is broken, lies on the field
You left the keys out in the kitchen
The clothes are heavier now, from the lake
You were half way down, now who's to blame?
To embrace vigilance at all cost
To be hateful, to be grateful, fair enough
Ought to label everything you're certain of
For the sake of, the disease is terminal
Oh, epilogue, say you own me
Oh
The moon is broken, lies on the field
You wear your misery, smoke in the kitchen
You roll the blinds down, you disappear
The sky seems nervous tonight, you can't cohere
Tell the vain, tell the anxious, they're coveted
How to linger, to be still and unaware
To the ocean with the scent of holding on
To be older, to look after everyone
Oh epilogue, say you own me
Oh your avalon, hide it from me
All patterns gone, say you love me
Ought to be gold, pour it on me
Oh epilogue, say you own me
Oh your avalon, hide it from me
All patterns gone, say you love me
Ought to be gold, pour it on me