I've known your lungs
But not enough
To know those lungs are now full of blood
Songbird throated all
The secrets of the non-sense above the clouds
I've known your lungs
But not enough
To know those lungs are now full of blood
Songbird throated all
The secrets of the non-sense above the clouds
It hurts sometimes
In the way that you feel it in your ribs
Feel it in your fingertips
Or on the side of your sleeping head
A pillow of lace and lead
Or in the way where the city's torn in two
And one half drops with the weight of you
A stringed instrument could follow your tune
Stretched by the inevitable falling
We'll
Do
You meet it
At the edge of
The bitter ocean
A sand pile sure knows
How to glitter now
Waist deep
Into the final
Hours
Before the sun tower
Topples into flowers
And now it seems the city's torn in two
And one half drops
With the weight of you
A stringed instrument could follow your tune
Stretched by the inevitable falling we'll do
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