Giving up on the camp
They say the vultures and the stitches have a way with the mouth
The cuts and grazes in the bag
Selling, edging away from grim precision, lifted highly above
My persistent friends are twitching
Never be loved in an epicatif
You said you learned this of a thief
You stole every shade but grieving for the simple relief
Left a precarious piece
Maybe there's a place in the war if I apologise
I'm caving in the walls of the hall, you should have memorised it
Lifting even seconds before the nest and stellar eyes
We came to do a prettier job than this
Am I supposed to be so scared am I to idolise
Am I to think of this as repair, decide to finalise
My second hand is raised to be fair the timing sticks at best
My comprehension of a day leaves every second set for the stray
Giving up on the camp
They say the sickness never severed a name from a face before
The sun sets in a never seen cellular place behind the eyes of every hunger driven victim of age
Never be young, never be loved in an epicatif
You said you learned this of a thief
You stole every shade but grieving for the simple relief
Left a precarious piece
Maybe there's a place in the war if I apologise
I'm caving in the walls of the hall, you should have memorised it
Lifting even seconds before the nest and stellar eyes
We came to do a prettier job than this
Am I supposed to be so scared am I to idolise
Am I to think of this as repair, decide to finalise
My second hand is raised to be fair the timing sticks at best
My comprehension of a day leaves every second set for the stray
In a throw, in a pass for the bird, for the crow
In a frame, in a still for the light to be claimed
In a park, left our love's synonymous mark
Miss the fight, miss my symptoms and falling from high
In a throw, in a pass for the bird, for the crow
In a frame, in a still for the light to be claimed
In a park, left our love's anonymous mark
Miss the fight, miss my symptoms and falling from high
They say the vultures and the stitches have a way with the mouth
The cuts and grazes in the bag
Selling, edging away from grim precision, lifted highly above
My persistent friends are twitching
Never be loved in an epicatif
You said you learned this of a thief
You stole every shade but grieving for the simple relief
Left a precarious piece
Maybe there's a place in the war if I apologise
I'm caving in the walls of the hall, you should have memorised it
Lifting even seconds before the nest and stellar eyes
We came to do a prettier job than this
Am I supposed to be so scared am I to idolise
Am I to think of this as repair, decide to finalise
My second hand is raised to be fair the timing sticks at best
My comprehension of a day leaves every second set for the stray
Giving up on the camp
They say the sickness never severed a name from a face before
The sun sets in a never seen cellular place behind the eyes of every hunger driven victim of age
Never be young, never be loved in an epicatif
You said you learned this of a thief
You stole every shade but grieving for the simple relief
Left a precarious piece
Maybe there's a place in the war if I apologise
I'm caving in the walls of the hall, you should have memorised it
Lifting even seconds before the nest and stellar eyes
We came to do a prettier job than this
Am I supposed to be so scared am I to idolise
Am I to think of this as repair, decide to finalise
My second hand is raised to be fair the timing sticks at best
My comprehension of a day leaves every second set for the stray
In a throw, in a pass for the bird, for the crow
In a frame, in a still for the light to be claimed
In a park, left our love's synonymous mark
Miss the fight, miss my symptoms and falling from high
In a throw, in a pass for the bird, for the crow
In a frame, in a still for the light to be claimed
In a park, left our love's anonymous mark
Miss the fight, miss my symptoms and falling from high