done me wrong done all wrong. all the wrong i’ve done i’m sure i’ll live quite long done all wrong done me wrong all the wrong i’ve done i’m sure
don't you cherish me to sleep never keep your eyelids clipped hold me for the pops and clicks I was only for the father's crib hair, old, long along
I was unafraid, I was a boy I was a tender age Melic in the naked, knew a lake And drew the lofts for page Hurdle, all the waiting's up Know it wasn'
Fall in Fall out Fall along In the first of light Past the Noachide Bodies wrapped in white Stranded every pain Baby, pasts are slain "I got outta La
Armour let it through Borne the arboretic truth You kept posing Sat down in the suit Fixed on up it wasn't you By finished closing Ramble in the roots
I'm tearing up across your face Move dust through the light To fide your name It's something fane This is not a place, not yet awake I'm raised of make
Climb is all we know When thaw is not below us No, can't grow up In that iron ground Claire, all too sore for sound Bet is hardly shown Scraped across
Errant heat to the star And the rain let in The hawser rolls The vessel's whole And Christ, it's thin Well, I'd know that you'd offer Would reveal it
So abruptly, saw death on a sunny snow For every life, forgo the parable Seek the light, my knees are cold Running home, running home Running home, running
Bike down Down to the downtown Down to the lock down Boards, nails lie around I crouch like a crow Contrasting the snow For the agony, I'd rather know
This my excavation, today is Kumran Everything that happens is from now on This is pouring rain This is paralyzed I keep throwing it down two hundred
I was full by your count I was lost but your fool Was a long visit wrong? Say, you are the only So many foreign world So relatively fucked So ready for
I am my mother's only one It's enough I wear my garment so it shows Now you know Only love is all maroon Gluey feathers on a flume Sky is womb and she
When you're out tell your lucky one To know that you'll leave Don't you lock when you're fleeing I'd like not to hear keys Only hold till your coffee
Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone Sold my red horse for a venture home To vanish on the bow Settling slow Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums So the story
"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me" You're laying waste to Halloween You fucked it, friend, it's on its head, it struck the street You're
Someday my pain, someday my pain Will mark you Harness your blame, harness your blame And walk through With the wild wolves around you In the morning
Well, I met you at the blood bank We were looking at the bags Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags You said, see
