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Paintwork Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Endless, swirling, priorities of panic
There, the brutal cold that lives in the soul
Ignore the cracks, until they're grand crevasses
Mundane desperation
'the dripping faucet'
At least I'm not alone
In A nation of patchwork
Take whatever pleasure
One in each color, one in each texture
Are we wind
Through each decision?
Was it too hot? or did it burn cold?
Did it really hurt me too much to hold?
Everything;
A jilted tv
In the window span
A lost hammer
In the sand.
Only here to move the air
Colorful sediment of centuries
Residing in textiles of history
Vanishing canvases
Beadwork, paintwork
Letters on pages, fading
Film in their cellars, still decaying
But the dust will equal something
But I will never know what
Beadwork, paintwork,
Film in its cellar, still decaying
Take whatever pleasure
One in each color one in each texture
Arid desperation
Hangs from my pen
At least I'm not alone
In A nation of patchwork
Did it really burn cold
Everything;
A jilted tv
In the window span
A lost hammer
In the sand