Lyrics Dilute - The Honorary Title

Dilute

The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes
on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of
the summer
I will pretend that you won’t be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won’t be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites this song
The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes
on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of
the summer
I will pretend that you won’t be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won’t be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites this song
But I keep asking you to tell me what is wrong
And you, you just tell me that it’s nothing at all
But in your helplessness I can see, you know I can see
The softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the
summer
I will pretend that you won’t be gone
That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won’t be gone
That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won’t be gone