Decomposure - Hour 1 Lyrics
My eyelashes froze on the forest's edge;I don't recall the order of eventsAdrift in furrowed streaks, the snow had leftTo crop the fire in framing through my handsAnd if i were alone there would be nothing on the wallsThere never was a response,I picture them in a van reading aloud,Hanging words and wheeling them hushedAcross the spaces above our headsSo each deviation extends past a cartonOr through serviette racksBottle miseryWhere trucks are distant bells in fogThe love conspiracy in wooded veil each endless walk'The swing's one push away from flight.'It's easy to kill flies in an all white room,At least until you go blindAnd strip the skin from your palmsTo blot every streak and mirageAnd pretend that you're lost in thought so cars will turnTwo rain path air back coversFingertip staring plus nine precursor pm searchropeExpecting that from those cels, the rubbings will brush asideTo descale a saturated lost clarityWith three or four rows of teethIt's a mysteryThe second cloth diffusing pauseThe love conspiracy sealing every finger off(There's enough anthemic pandemic poisoning wells for that)My eyelashes froze on the forest's edge;I don't recall the order of eventsAdrift in furrowed streaks, the snow had leftTo crop the fire in framing through my hands
