Decomposure - Hour 1 lyrics

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Decomposure - Hour 1

My eyelashes froze on the forest's edge;

I don't recall the order of events

Adrift in furrowed streaks, the snow had left

To crop the fire in framing through my hands

And if i were alone there would be nothing on the walls

There never was a response,

I picture them in a van reading aloud,

Hanging words and wheeling them hushed

Across the spaces above our heads

So each deviation extends past a carton

Or through serviette racks

Bottle misery

Where trucks are distant bells in fog

The love conspiracy in wooded veil each endless walk

'The swing's one push away from flight.'

It's easy to kill flies in an all white room,

At least until you go blind

And strip the skin from your palms

To blot every streak and mirage

And pretend that you're lost in thought so cars will turn

Two rain path air back covers

Fingertip staring plus nine precursor pm searchrope

Expecting that from those cels, the rubbings will brush aside

To descale a saturated lost clarity

With three or four rows of teeth

It's a mystery

The second cloth diffusing pause

The love conspiracy sealing every finger off

(There's enough anthemic pandemic poisoning wells for that)

My eyelashes froze on the forest's edge;

I don't recall the order of events

Adrift in furrowed streaks, the snow had left

To crop the fire in framing through my hands