Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Blackest Purse, artist - WHY?. Album song Eskimo Snow, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Record label: Tomlab
Song language: English
This Blackest Purse |
I’m not who, with my eyes from stage |
I claim to be |
I’ve only cradled death in my own ending |
Flesh from far off and abstracted lit |
Candle wick flickering |
And when a thing starts finishing around me |
I faint or fake a mustache, an accent, or flee |
In fear my expired license be pulled by sheer proximity |
Fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first |
Thinks he’s the shit 'cause he can spit and curse |
Acting brash and flashing a pistol that squirts |
Scowling, and shouting, «Shall we dance?» |
Should our hero’s hands be holding this blackest purse? |
Mom, am I failing, or worse? |
Mom, am I failing? |
(Mom, am I failing?) |
What should these earnest hands be holding? |
Still sporting my ex-girlfriend's dead ex-boyfriend's boxers |
I want to operate from a base of hunger |
No longer be ashamed and hide my |
Tears in shower water, while I lather for pleasure |
I want to speak at an intimate decibel |
With the precision of an infinite decimal |
To listen up and send back a true echo |
Of something forever felt but never heard |
I want that sharpened steel of truth in every word |
The small fry in the bow-tie dies first |
Acting wild, like the spirit of god moving after church |
Faking he’s hard like he’s packed down dirt |
Already, and yelling, «Be my guest!» |
Should our hero’s hands be holding this blackest purse? |
Mom, am I failing or worse? |
Mom, am I failing? |
(Mom, am I failing?) |
What should these earnest hands be holding? |
Should our hero’s hands be holding this blackest purse? |
Mom, am I failing or worse? |
Mom, am I failing? |
(Mom, am I failing?) |
What should these earnest hands be holding? |