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I cut my fingers on teeth
Wade through needles feet deep
Fuck my devils in my sleep
But I don't weep
Because I don't mind the rain
Disconnected
And rejected by the brain
So I crawl towards the soul
Run my fingers under your clothes
So I can feel the bones
Under skin
Under sky
Under me
Where we lie
Can I drink of the wine
But not salvation
Only its lack of clarity?
Can I banish lust
And touch you with a hand
That has meaning?
Another penny
For dirty and forsaken thoughts
My only concern lying in these sheets like a savior
"Will my body remember your touch when it's gone?"
My hands are dirty
But my intentions pure
It's not that I'm pleading with rope-marked wrists
and unclenched fists hung for a name
I'm willing to claim
but not in your best interest, I tend to drop this
name like dice and hope the numbers roll right
to the left of the death I'm branded with
so i don't bother the ocean with a tip toe attempt
on scarred feet that could mean nothing to me
after a touch then a kiss to close a pierced rib
I just wish rather than pray that things won't change
cause I believe in love, but i believe in war all the same
it's not stigmata until you bleed
and believe that love is the only thing,
until you can believe it's your everything past me
Everything about you is a sin
(Who can save a savior in sin? )
Everything about you is a sin
From your body to the mind
(Wash your sheets! You're forgiven!)
Would it make me jump ship
And eat the body of a resurrected man?
(I'm just as scared of everlasting, of everlasting)
But I would swim oceans
Yes, there are oceans I would swim
(but can you love without conditions?)
My only concern lying in these sheets like a savior
"Will my body remember your touch when it's gone?"
My only concern
"Will my mind remember your sigh from vibrations on tiny bones?"
My only concern lying in these sheets like a savior...
(That's not a pardon or plea from me)
(It's the promise of no need for a memory)
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Lewis
04:36
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Ive been walking for days
I got tears in my shoes and
A hole in my lung
So I could really use a breather
I could really use a breath now
So offer me air
Offer me your hand so I can get a grip
On this reality
I feel lost in dreams
Today
I was not brave
In the great swell
Of nothing
In life
Happiness can often feel out of reach
So you pace golden sands on some distant beach
Asking the sea for answers that no book can teach
Yes
You are alone
But you're alone
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Tir Asleen Calhoun, Georgia
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