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Dear And The Headlights

Saintly Rows (Oh Oh)

 

Saintly Rows (Oh Oh)

(album: Drunk Like Bible Times - 2008)


Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows
Cacophonous caws, bacterial ponds flap
Pavement moans

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms
They swing from your lips then tie your tongue up like you asked them to
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts
They're shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom
Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and drips from your chin
Drooling vibrations in an empty room

There just pull your eyelids down they're begging for your sleep
Find yourself in white stairwell a trembling voice now speaks
Whirring back and forth from firework to figure eight
Now your trembling hands don't seem so hard to make behave

Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows
Single filed piled while flashing smiles network imposed

Dumbstruck and shoved oxygen snuffed then beg for embrace
Passion like cancer has a wandering eye
Caskets for hands bury your plans right next to your songs
When t-shirt vending is how you spend your time
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts
They're shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom
Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and drips from your chin
Drooling vibrations in an empty room

There, just pull your eyelids down they're begging for some sleep
Find yourself in white stairwell a trembling voice now speaks
Whirring back and forth from firework to figure eight
Now your trembling hands don't seem so hard to make behave

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms they swing from your lips
Then tie your tongue up like you asked them to

Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts
They're shrieking in prose and breathing rhymlessness archaic gloom

OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH

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