Wires & Wool
One for the bourgeoisie
One for the row
The pace of the guillotine's quickening
Nothing can stop him for now
---
I'll be fine
Once I repatch these cables
To my spine
Thinning out like a skein of twine
In the time it took to write you this song
I could have crossed my last Rubicon
But the memories of fantasies of melodies
They strung me back along
I want out, out
Put me on a train anywhere South
I want out, all out
I'm prepared to drink a season of drought
I'll shake off
This dense desideratum
Like a slough
All hail to a mouth sewn shut!
And in the time it took to write you this song
I could have mapped a million ways home
All the memories and fantasies were fallacies
I'd missed it all along
One for the bourgeoisie
One for the row
The pace of the guillotine's quickening
Nothing can stop him for now
---
I'll be fine
Once I repatch these cables
To my spine
Thinning out like a skein of twine
In the time it took to write you this song
I could have crossed my last Rubicon
But the memories of fantasies of melodies
They strung me back along
I want out, out
Put me on a train anywhere South
I want out, all out
I'm prepared to drink a season of drought
I'll shake off
This dense desideratum
Like a slough
All hail to a mouth sewn shut!
And in the time it took to write you this song
I could have mapped a million ways home
All the memories and fantasies were fallacies
I'd missed it all along