(no subject)
if our world were to fall apart in our hands
would you piece it back together
with your paper-paste heart?
we'll grind the matter of these
liquid memories. ill swallow them down.
youll cough it back into your hands.
when this liquid angst solidifies,
just add a hint of pressure..
its a paper-weight display.
[look at the collection we've made]
when we face these barren streets
[we wont be alone, we wont be alone]
our half-pressed hands will claim to
know, we've held the world
our fingers mention the mistakes,
with their swelling unmistaken.
and with tender hearts bound to
calapsable lands
we'll reap some green across
their faces.
these crimsoned collars and sleeves
still hold secrets and hardened lies.
with these paperweights made of the
world,
we'll hold down our fingers and be
sure that we'll never leave..
[we wont be alone, no we wont be alone]
would you piece it back together
with your paper-paste heart?
we'll grind the matter of these
liquid memories. ill swallow them down.
youll cough it back into your hands.
when this liquid angst solidifies,
just add a hint of pressure..
its a paper-weight display.
[look at the collection we've made]
when we face these barren streets
[we wont be alone, we wont be alone]
our half-pressed hands will claim to
know, we've held the world
our fingers mention the mistakes,
with their swelling unmistaken.
and with tender hearts bound to
calapsable lands
we'll reap some green across
their faces.
these crimsoned collars and sleeves
still hold secrets and hardened lies.
with these paperweights made of the
world,
we'll hold down our fingers and be
sure that we'll never leave..
[we wont be alone, no we wont be alone]