Lyrics Tangles - Arto Lindsay

Tangles

So OK tangles precede
But you keep calling this philosophy
We’re so tangled up in fluids
I see myself as you
Or some strain of melancholy
Where light goes in
But won’t come out
It’s way more fabulous
If morning never comes
Soft darkness
Some solid parts
These neural paths are new
There’s a lot i don’t recognize in here
I might need some naming rights
Fond memories of me
Wear it out in public places
with lights turned down
or lights on bright