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LYRICS [- if and only if -] unsigned / inline cannon fire shouldn't break our toil do while / types define private hours he devotes to you this cast / class catch long detached / void our union true goto if and only if [- standard candle -] a possible action: This borders on crazy, but I'm feeling at the end of my rope. I stumble into your house while everyone's sleeping. I crawl into your bed so I can begin healing. (oh, what I've become...) The water beside your bedside only makes my throat dry. Why shouldn't I try to provide a sensible reason? Why couldn't I just realize tonight we just died? [- car crash song -] The engine mutters, a black dust hovers into his lungs. (She's thirsty) Corner diner, lunch with ghosts, A drunken note skips the record. A casual glance by stuttered sips, a trace of lipstick on her glass. If she was braver, they would rise, to touches, pauses, awkward steps. She can't say "I want to be there by your side." Hours later, the smoke's so dense it leaves a print lined with ash. (The final scene - some broken dialogue.) In her dream, they dance between the upturned chairs and empty dishes. (Another take and she could've been a wonderful actress.) The street lights move slow. Her coffee tastes cold. Brakes fail. The car is thrown. Fingers trace the window. His last image of her told him she was still afraid. "Lay him down before he sleeps." [- voltron -] darling engineer / how your monuments grow tearing heaven’s frames / ‘til the firmaments show tell me how sound they stand spacious absence, vistas painted blue the workers break at noon / tired of views they build let’s stick with the plans / they’re out of our hands let’s stick with the plans we’ll let the ground hold us down like an arabesque / curving elegant lines into weight and mass / laid to rest in the sky softly how eyes climb the rise carbon sketches forced to fit the form the iron bends the storm / this building will stand tall we kept all our plans / traced in the sand we let all our plans / sift from our hands all that’s left melts to glass [- clocktower -] The toll sounded twelve (it had kept up with time ever since I was young) when the clock tower fell. (all the tourists were screaming and holding their mouths) The staircase held while the groundwater swelled with mortar and sand and the ring of the clock tower bell. It was happening so fast That we didn't feel time pass. The movement of alarms, and the passage of the ships into the atoll. The locks were filling up with water, and the silt had settled on the grass. [- with respect to why... -] some say friends / should makes amends but my enemies / have paid for this gift my body spent / from the pleasures that fit this plan can't / be God sent i'm soaring / but i'm standing i'm speaking / with respect to why... LYRICS NEWS BIO SCRAPBOOK SOUNDS SHOWS RELEASES |