Beth Jeans Houghton

Beth Jeans Houghton - Atlas lyrics

rate me

You walked through her door, and into her senses

And swept under carpets in your search for sleep

I see I see amore, when looking through lenses

Cry 'blind for creation!' Like you're blind for me

Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me

red wine and whiskey are no good for me

dissecting the atlas for places we've been

your list is longer but you got more years on me

A token to dispense, we take it all in doubles

Weeping on concrete, then stealing away

You opened up her mouth, and let out all her secrets

Assumed her dissordered in her thirst to stray

Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me

red wine and whiskey are no good for me

dissecting the atlas for places we've been

your list is longer but you got more years on me

(Spoken)

And these black berries stain your hands and your lips

Sup on their dimension in the gut of our summer trips

So pray, sleep sweet, sharpen yor teeth

And escape from this body your soul is empounded beneath

Abort the nonchalance, and clap for your culture

Your tanned hide exerting the sum of you're parts

The bridges will advance, devout of their structure

Armour the estuaries that plow through your heart

Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me

red wine and whiskey are no good for me

dissecting the atlas for places we've been

your list is longer but you got more years on me

Thanks to Martie for correcting these lyrics

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