Lyrics Control - Emma Ruth Rundle

Control

Don’t lift up your hands,
It’s only a warning
Like blood in the sand,
A kiss is a bruise is endurance
For then felt the falling collapse
And held in a small room of hell
Don’t lift up your face,
It’s all tangled in,
It’s always unraveling
For control of, to control it,
In controlling, to control it
In time growing tall,
Had outlined the realms left to seal them
We knocked back the gold,
Hoping another one could heal them
For when did the faulting collapse
Come back to just kiss your face
We raise up the glass,
It’s only the Devil you know,
It’s only the Spirit you taste
For control of, in controlling,
To control it, to control it
A silver line, nobody born bad,
No twin of mine left standing
Take clear at dawn and dark into dusk,
A habit formed in wandering
A pass, a turn, a season now lost,
Some badge to earn, some heavy cost
A horn, a tusk, an animal wild,
No twin of mine still standing
Could control it, in control of,
For control of, to control it