
Date of issue: 01.06.2017
Song language: English
Pulse |
Pulsing veins like a teenage drum |
And you hold me down with that salt skin tongue |
Folding frame under setting sun |
I can taste those words |
I can hear her come |
Call my name like I knew you would |
And I come back down like a good boy should |
No more passion, silent fashion |
Running low on love to ration |
«Why's nothing feel the same?» |
I hear you |
You keep saying shit like I don’t know |
«My Heaven was a day.» |
I feel you |
You keep saying shit like I don’t know |
Haunt my dreams from a flash of life |
That day long waiting til abandoned light |
Crying to a satellite, peeling back my skin |
Found your fingers underneath it |
Shaping what’s within |
Pulsing veins like a teenage drum |
And you hold me down with that salt skin tongue |
Found heaven’s name in a carnal plunge |
Now I hold you up like some banner crutch |
«Why's nothing feel the same?» |
I hear you |
You keep saying shit like I don’t know |
«My Heaven was a day.» |
I feel you |
You keep saying shit like I don’t know |
I don’t need to sell my soul |
She’s already in me |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Broke | 2017 |
Fallow | 2017 |
God (Bring It Back) | 2017 |
Windowless | 2015 |
Old & Grey | 2015 |
The Path | 2015 |
The Planet | 2015 |
Bluejay | 2015 |
Brave Hands | 2015 |
Hibernation Hymn | 2017 |
The First One | 2017 |
Stranger Sounds | 2017 |
Somewhere, n.D. | 2017 |
Bombs over (Intermission) | 2017 |
Head North Is a Business | 2017 |
Sort of Medicine | 2017 |
By Presidential Decree | 2017 |