Woman Reading (La Dispute)

Rory (Foxing)

What does it take to conjure a ghost? 
Is it loneliness? 
Or the season's air? 
Or are you God and play with your hands? 
And play with my eyes. 
Play with my mouth. 
And play with my ears. 
And play with my mind. 

You fought me before I'd put my clothes on. 
You raced me before I'd tied my laces. 
You fought me before I'd put my shield up. 
You raced me before I'd worn my seatbelt. 

I saw my daughter turn her back on me. 
I'm a mother with a womb I regret. 
So cover me in stones, 
And I'll turn into earth and trees. 
Provide you with fruits. 
Do you play with my eyes? 
Do you play with my mouth? 
Do you play with my ears? 

I swear I had you by the roots of your hair,
Or at least by the end of your fabric

Taking steps carefully to stay in your eyes.
I swear I had you by the roots of your hair, 
Or at least by the end of your fabric

Taking steps carefully to stay in your sight.
I swear I had you by the roots of your hair, 
Or at least by the end of your fabric

Taking steps carefully to stay in the shroud of fog you've become.
I swear I had you by the roots of your hair, 
Or at least by the end of your fabric

Taking steps carefully to stay and keep up with your running.
I swear I had you by the roots of your hair, 
Or at least by the end of your fabric

You pushed me before I refused to jump. 
You quenched my fires when I decided to burn this city down.


The End Of Your Fabric

My Stockholm,
Kept me swept along with dust
My Stockholm,
Kept me carried by your waves
Towards the gate of your city
With buildings all the same
Towering over my empty head
My Stockholm,
Don't we look alike?
You'd wish we look alike

This isn't take and give
There's no contract to be fulfilled
There is no soldiers to kill,
Nor country to protect
There is no God to worship
All this a mere lottery
A concept I can never comprehend
But to demand is to succumb
And to succumb is to be petty
Lower than the surface of the sea
A city that will drown when I scream and shout

Stockholm!
My Stockholm!
I was born here
But I raised myself
I was born here
But that's not a reason to face down and comply
You are a city with no houses
You are a thief of children
You are wealth for a world that only needs the sun
You are a parliament that never listens
You don't want to listen

It's okay to understand yourself,
To find out you won't burn in flames
My eyes can't be closed
And that's alright,
I'm alright

I find courage in all that I see
I find revelations in all that I see
I find roads away from the gate in all that I see
I know where to go from all that I see
I find the cure in all that I see
I erase my trace by all that I see

Stockholm

Shelf

Falling in Love Again (Joyce Manor)

Handcuffs (Brand New)

I was led by the 
To somewhere I've never been before
I've never been here before
In this place I exist in every possible dimension
Submerged in its every corner
I want to sleep on the walls
For the rest of my life
I want to be rooted deep in the floor 
And never let go of the structure

Water me warm
Water me flood
Water me cold
Water me new

I was taken by the hands
To somewhere I've only heard every day
Seeping into my head and now it's water to my body
Quench my thirst
If only for a second

But I don't belong here

Three's a crowd and you're running out
Three's a crowd and I could've cut my arm
So I wouldn't follow
So I'm used to dry throat and cracked lips

The next room left a little bit of what was then
Mimicking a wreckage long overdue
The air. The walls. The floor
Smelled like the finger you used to twirl your hair
Flowing from the body you rent with your own conditions
There's a space left for God to sit and watch

And I will drown
For the rest of my life
In warm water
In a flood
In cold water
In new water
Just to run your perfume down the sinkhole

'Water' Or 'Sinkhole'

In the woods
Your eyes peering
I can feel the warmth of your skin 
Taking me by the arms and legs
And I am carried to the outside
But we're not there yet
You're my only friend
I hate you the most

"Son, how did you end up here? 
Did I wire you all tangled up? 
Come back now and regain your love
Maybe you miss me's why you turned to prey" 

God, your voice echoes
I don't know where you're coming from
Everywhere I am lost
What I miss is the blend of colors in my black and white field

The scent of a familiar bedroom
Did I rip my way out of the mattress?
I’m in between what has ceased
Am I out of the womb yet?

Strings all 'round branches of trees on a hill
It's where I'll see you after all our endeavor
For each pain I afflicted I feel it always
For each sweat you wiped I bathe in still

Strings all 'round branches of trees on a hill
It's where I'll see you after all our endeavor
For each pain I afflicted to you I feel it always
For each sweat you wiped I bathe in still

Strings all 'round branches of trees on a hill
It's where I'll see you after all our endeavor
For each pain I afflicted to me I feel it always
For each sweat you wiped I bathe in still

Strings all 'round branches of trees on a hill
It's where I'll see you after all our endeavor
For each pain I afflicted I feel it always
For each sweat you wiped I bathe in still

Suspend

End Of Reel (The Hotelier)

I'm Going To Do It (Giles Corey)

Sit back and relax
And enjoy the scenery
It repeats every time 
You remember you're not alone

Sit back and relax
And release yourself from thinking
This is the quiet life
With no alarms
And no surprises 

//////////////////////
I am impermanent

You remember the tree of your childhood
The last of its leaf you tried to cherish
With roots travel unbeknown 
Branches hold me in 
I am hung from above
And I'm all yours

Cover your eyes
And imagine a daughter
I'd hate for the rest of her life
She rather be living off glue
We're coasting down a highway 
Double lanes and no overtaking
You swore to drive by me
At all times

Long drive kills
If brake lights fail
I'll blame the crash on machinery
If fog is on the windshield
Then we'll just die

I made friends with the leather in the passenger seat
Undo the stitches and observe the blossoming
Let my fingers slip on salt water
Ran my tongue through the creek for vigor. 

There's only so much room 
For all your friends and mine. 
For all your lies and mine 
For all your time and mine 
For all your brains and mine
For all your thrills and mine

Decadence

Next year we're all going to die. 
I'll spend now obsessing over it. 
Maybe you'll soon realize 
That it doesn't matter what we do. 
This time next year we'll be so cold again. 

See through your fears. 
And make sense of my frame. 
Make peace with what's spent. 
Make do with the pain. 
We are cosmonauts. 
So untether your belly 
From what you believe was safe. 
In blackness we'll find comfort again. 
Replace our senses with something new
We are cosmonauts.

We can find ourselves in different footings. 
Crashing on to sea. 
With my new legs. 
I'll have the whole world to myself. 
And I'll grow limbs 
When the time calls. 

If my strengths are the burden of sins. 
I will be scattered.

I am scattered

Adjacent Zero

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