Cymbals Eat Guitars - Share lyrics

rate me

If I should return like I once did

Animals will mark me with brown infant eyes

The same eyes whose lids I kissed the high grass in which they sit

Is shoulder length and hanging on your forehead

A week is four years in ancient hive minds

And soon those eyes begin to well up

Your shallow grave concealed by fragrant leaf piles

Black glistening bird eyes averted