Forty-seven strings are pulled
By this angelic "beating" girl
And it breaks our hearts to hear
The music that comes out of her
Shoulders hang on folded chairs
This will be our church tonight
We have dug our foxholes here
Not an atheist in sight
Laughing shaking taking oaths
Breaking sacramental cups
We pour the magic in our coats
Thinking it can leave with us
But it's the wrong way out
20 steps but it’s so harming
When they talk out loud
Bend to brace your fingers on me
I've been breathing evil air
Sharing needles with the sky
Looking up remembering
Regina said they're just old light
But you somehow understood
My over-saturated skin
You held your hand up to my neck
And played me like a theremin
I see London I see France
And all the things that we won’t do
And if I never leave this chair
Maybe I can go with you
By this angelic "beating" girl
And it breaks our hearts to hear
The music that comes out of her
Shoulders hang on folded chairs
This will be our church tonight
We have dug our foxholes here
Not an atheist in sight
Laughing shaking taking oaths
Breaking sacramental cups
We pour the magic in our coats
Thinking it can leave with us
But it's the wrong way out
20 steps but it’s so harming
When they talk out loud
Bend to brace your fingers on me
I've been breathing evil air
Sharing needles with the sky
Looking up remembering
Regina said they're just old light
But you somehow understood
My over-saturated skin
You held your hand up to my neck
And played me like a theremin
I see London I see France
And all the things that we won’t do
And if I never leave this chair
Maybe I can go with you
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!