Lady Lamb the Beekeeper - The Nothing Part Two lyrics

rate me

Choose to use your heart

If even towards the harshest fate

That it may be swallowed

A masticated, mistaken thing

That you may ripely pine

In the mammoth nothing of the night

Left to your own devices

And too exhausted to know what you want

I know I know

And oh, such is the torment

Of the giving of your organs

When given willingly,

How merciless a hand can be on you

And oh the sour fear of defeat

Like wounded soldiers all still and slight

Lining like silk

all the roads to your marrow

And all the heaps of hurt

Well they've had it up to here with you and further

But when you feel it at your hip, every time how you wish that it was home

Singing

Lay me down, Lay me low

Let go your crown, Disarm me

Singing

Take me south, Take me home

Hold your own, and claim me

That we may ripely pine

In the mammoth nothing of the night

Left to our own devices

And we'll know, know just what we want

We'll know

We'll know what we want.