the red wine has been spilled, a hurrican came and left me, who’s been on the wake, setting the alarm on fire, the earliest hour, get up and follow me, iron and spears have taken me,
away.
i’ve grasped another morning, silent burns threaten to split your decisions but i’m with you now, fear nothing i see your golden hand shaking, we’re rising, your medals failed to explain what you’ve achieved, there’s only one sound
and pinned to my screen, a lock of your hair, waiting.
the longest years have fallen on me, i feel a deep breath on my chest, it isn’t you, it’s the music of tides, i’ve been hearing it ever since you’ve made your mind and stayed,
away
let me change the orbit, our concussions lost for our attention, i’m drawing these places closer with every heartbeat, and through the tones i gather and staple, i look for a second of shrill desire, drain your toy towns i’ll keep your senses clean,
and pinned in the air, a lock of your hair, waiting…

soundtrack : cyann & ben – i can’t pretend anymore