
Date of issue: 31.03.2013
Song language: English
The Sober Scent of Paper |
Chains stretch the great lake around you |
Pull you along by the knots in your hair |
It’s just like you’d never been there |
Cold tooth and ice scattered islands |
Faithfully facing the warmth of the sun |
All to the quickening dawn |
Fever on the thorough-way brow |
The sober scent of paper |
Teething cries in what the rain hides |
Where not enough to save you |
Faith is a race from the silence |
Widens and swallows you |
Head first and whole |
Fight through the whitening bones |
Secede while you can while you’re able |
Sorrow may tap at the root of your song |
Light sparks the opening bomb |
Fever on the thorough-way brow |
The sober scent of paper |
Teething cries in what the rain hides |
Where not enough to save you |
Every ache is dissolved in the brine |
And the waves from the bay and then rise |
But the shark ridden garden will run dry again |