draw salt circles
kiss your needles
afraid i’ll give you
what we want will bore us.
all verse-chorus
green light red light
i don’t know
on doric legs,
tail to head, or the ouroborous won’t flow.
only love, drunk isotope,
your burning hearth, your self-appointed silhouette
said you dreamed him in a garden
murmuring some tune like
“twenty-eight birds go along for a walk,
twenty-six birds tug the wheat from the stalk,
twenty-four birds on a line in the chalk,
twenty-two birds singing,
twenty-eight birds go along for a walk,
twenty-six birds tug the wheat from the stalk,
twenty-four birds on a line in the chalk,
twenty-two birds singing”
on doric legs,
tail to head, or the ouroborous won’t flow.
only love, drunk isotope,
your burning hearth, your self-appointed silhouette
powerful instrumentals contrasted against soft unconfident vocals. like a deep yearning for affection but you dont know how to ask. like a love you feel slipping away but youre powerless to stop it. every time i start it i feel like i cant stop. a must have for my collection. skeletalsexing
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN