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Yeah oooh Yeah Oh Deep in Now I took what I want But you find it Everything has gone Follows to my shadow You wont follow in my plateau I look into the sky You try to catch me I

I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited Channeling our ghosts and calling it habit and you wouldn’t have it, so we spent four months learning to sift sea salt through a sieve and tracking our eyes open, our eyes

I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited dispassionate and quiet around you And when I am old, when the skin under my eyes stretches to wrap around the things I’ve seen, what will it mean that I didn’t take

Carry me when my legs give out, he said We did not expect this bramble, this thick of thorns You always see us running to anywhere but where we’re meant to: the belly of the sea Breathing in the womb

How vaguely we eschew complicity with You, it’s always run-arounds, excuses and words we bind to nooses just to sullenly let swing the best of arbitrary things, like, do we care about the poor? Oh yes, but we support the

I’ve been tearing at this gauze over my eyes and clanging cymbals till I couldn’t hear your screaming anymore I used to speak in the tongues of angels, all I ever say now is goodbye And I’ll set myself on

I’m tired of seeing you boxed up in cardboard and army fatigue, threadbare in 2- degrees And I’ll be walking around you so lightly, hoping that you won’t disturb me from making my retreat, from making my retreat A long

I can’t be expected to hold this up You’re spinning tops and when they drop, am I responsible? Is what you’re telling me? Well I’ll give my money if they ask me, but I won’t give my clean body The

Show me a light that doesn’t go out when the people tire of tending it, when they go to sleep content Show me gold that we can wear on the inside of our wrists so it can’t be taken while

I meant to see you one more time in that white dress splashed with brine from the northern coast where we learned our lessons the first time A line assigned to paper, maybe lines under the eyes We meant to

Welcome to the last time that You can buy my answer with less than a question I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren’t so preoccupied with taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap

You are what I’ve wanted at the closest, at the furthest away When I was bound by compass marks, You engaged me in the tallest grass with the tines of a savage wreath (Oh, my savagery, my savagery!) And in

Zwei drei vier one two three It’s easy to see But it’s not that I don’t care so ‘Cause I hear it all the time But they never let you know On the TV and the radio She was young