Melting Grid
(专辑: Not Even Happiness - 2017)
Paper that's quick to burn, and the
cinnamon peeler Beetles crushed that dye the
carmine, well, I
exist to be dreaming still Kansas, Arkansas, my fields they're always rich and in fire Long work labor not worth our minds And I
long forgotten the
feeling of silence And if the
roses need not tending Until, until noon I'd sleep Never could I
have gone on that way Because money's not the
thing that's ever given me sight Colorado, Wyoming, Helena into the
Evergreen And the
wilds washed all thought of endeavor that was left in me And would you ask my permission The
next time you absorb me? Preserve my memory of the
mystic west As I
lay no claim to the
devotion I
felt Our conversation, it banks in me And I
had almost forgotten the
nature of dawn I
thought of it for days after, even months after the
moments were gone But I'd get so lonely inside that room No matter who would ever wait for me I
get so lonely inside that room No matter who would ever wait for me