Make out in cathedrals, Montreal to Madrid
In Fallingwater brush our skin across the bed
The Masaya volcano paints our faces in red
Now the landscape in your eye is a desert of defeat
I want to stay but I'll turn to leave
Tonight we'll abandon all we share
Force a deep sleep and pretend we don't care
I'd hate to put us up against yesterday...
I guess what can't be close must be far away
Cause the past will kill the present if I let it
The past will kill the present if I let it
The past will kill the present if I let it
I dream in dripping colors of every ruin we'll never lose ourselves in
If I go on obsessing over coloring my memories
With a more vibrant palette than existed
Singin:
Those saturated rains could never flood the imprint of
One hand on the wheel, your other on my neck
Moving me through moving me through moving me through
If ever I forget how much love there is
It's just I've become fixated on all of the love I'd miss
Cause the future kills the present if I let it
The future kills the present if I let it
The future kills the present if
Every head is a world, I don't want to be a destroyer of
All things pure In my own
When I'm running from a day yet to bare its teeth
I see my only moment crumbling, crumbling
If every head is a world I don't want to be a destroyer
Of all things pure in my own
When I'm crawling towards a night that I'm convinced was
Golden and glowing, glowing
(even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
It takes a conscious effort to hollow out this head
My brain is a constant rain on its own shelter
But there's a parade in that dread
There's a symphony swaying in the downpour
And it plays me to sleep eventually each night into my morning
And I can't go on ignoring the tender heart in my chest
And the splendor in its beating
Oh, the pain in possessing such a tenderness
But what else is worth possessing?
When even in the tremor
I feel a stillness growing
HEY!.. IVE BEEN TO THE PLACE WHERE THAT GIRL IS WALKING AROUND SINGING... I DID IT WITH A BABY STRAPPED TO MY BACK... AND I THINK THAT GIRL ESCAPED FROM PRISON...
1 comment:
This girl is a spitting image of carpenter. She also wears a red jump suit. Maybe she escaped from some jail. I refuse to travel to Mexico because the one time I went I cane back to the US with nasty parasites and they didn’t go away for half a year and I shat liquid the whole time. And I never even drank the water. I don’t understand why they can’t get the water right. Sad. The Aztecs were savage assholes.
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