Lyrics Heavy Rescue - Doomtree

Heavy Rescue

They tried to attack you / They tried too late / We’re waiting on the storm to
hide the wake / Bringing you up to the surface / dragging you up to the shore /
holding you up to the sun like Is this yours?
/ It’s yours
(Cecil)
It’s yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right / poor site like
maybe it’s mine and you made it
in time with the foresight / to light a torch and torch this place / coordinate
my life with yours / private wars and a chore to relate in a world that you
made fulla minor chords / Find the oars, lie in the wake / quiet your mind,
they’re lying in wait / they’re firing everything all over everywhere /
everyone in the asylum is safe / Wait, the size of the tide is—it's rising
again, so align with your horizons / So can I get a witness, can I get a clue /
If I can’t, can I get an amen or a view / of the few and the proud that are
crowding around the canals / in the masses to catch you and ration the savage
of you / Grab for the branches, wrap them in you / we’ll scream to cause
avalanches / that ceramic sunset’s for you
(Hook)
(Dessa)
Whitecaps break above us but at the bottom it stays calm / just the rising
tides can touch us / just lift you up and set you down / But danger is as
danger does / There’s a motor in the water and it’s coming for us / and I can
smell the gasoline, smell the rust / and I can’t move fast enough away / Break,
make for the deep end / don’t wait for me / cause I’ll be damned if they get
another / just to catch and / catch and release
(Stef)
Choked, blotter on the tongue / water in the lung, trippin / hotter than the
sun, fodder for the big guns / finished with your fun, know I’m not the one /
Time crawls and I’m still here somehow beggin / still fear that I’ll waste my
life on the end of your impulse / lettin the lead fly from your weapon / Hit or
miss, bigger fish and a sea full / of deceitful creep people / Lust betrays,
sweat the sheets through / So I stash and I grasp and I laugh and I plan it /
keep it on the run like mechanics / You say Don’t hold your breath / you say
Don’t sit and wait / Cause when you’re up then you’re out / and the fuss and
the pout won’t work / don’t push them brakes
(Sims)
They came up the coast with a cavalcade / these seas I just can’t navigate / so
I recalibrate / then bend the frame until the image freed up from the acetate /
I was at the helm with the map and the loop / looking for a keyhole to pass on
through / they were waiting outside with incisors / ready to devise, divide,
and syphon the fuel / they just shoot, they just shoot / hand in the mouth
from the garden we grew / so I’m carving until I make a shape that suits / fly
the sail so the space match too / and all I wanted was good and free / and my
hands were good enough / paid up with a couple cuts / bob and weave / find a
space between and a cut above
(Hook)