
Date of issue: 26.01.2017
Song language: English
Looseleaf |
Here I stand, like a tree |
Nervous on the edge of a clearing |
Limbs afraid to be cut looseleaf |
To be cut down |
So I’ll cut myself out |
Free from bind to branch and felling ground |
So here I am |
So here I am in the penultimate act |
We’re forcing our lines and canning our laughs |
As the curtains break over our backs |
As the curtains break over our backs |
They say, «A necessary phase, move along, move along |
It gets better everyday, move along» |
Too scared of isolation to see |
That the picture edge adjacent to me |
Although skilled in diplomacy and loose at the sleeve |
It was nowhere near a complemental piece |
You’re on fifth, and I’m on three |
But it makes no difference to gravity |
We’ll land just the same: brokenlegged |
And no matter my dexterity, I can’t untie the text from me |
That suggests a hell awaits me should I choose to leave |
Should I choose to leave |
So here I stand in the penultimate act |
Forcing my lines and canning my laughs |
As the curtains break over our backs |
As the curtains break over our backs |
Should a noise provide us reason to start in the night |
And we don’t look to opened windows |
Or what should in the stairwell rise |
And we suspect no other criminal with whom the guilt lies |
Than who sleeps permanent at our sides |
It’s time for moving on |
It’s a necessary phase, moving on, moving on |
It gets better everyday, moving on |
It’s a necessary phase, moving on, moving on |
It gets better everyday, moving on |
Name | Year |
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Dogs | 2017 |
Died on My Birthday | 2017 |
Cork of Worry | 2017 |
Ramekin | 2017 |