lyrics
Can you recall the field made of tweed?
The sky made of matchbooks,
Our hands in the feed?
I cannot believe
I thought you were all that I need.
I thought.
Stay with this body, the woods draw you in.
Aluminum headache, and songs made of sin,
I cannot begin, no quiet in a house made of tin.
No quiet.
Nothing’s quite so lonesome as the day turned to ice
Nothing falls as hard as the branches to the right
I swear if I had a machete, I would cut all that keeps us apart.
I’d open the bark of your body, and I’d build you a new wooden.
Beautiful people, beautiful things, catch your attention,
Which means everything.
Radiant jewel, diamond of coal
Celestial body, West Virginia soul.
Round, guess I’ll keep you around.
Round, the shape of your mouth, when you sleep and,
I’m awake in your bed
You lie on the floor, you stand in my head, and I won’t forget what you said, darlin,
Nothing’s quite so lonesome as the day turned to ice
Nothing falls as hard as the branches to the right
I swear if I had a machete, I would cut all that keeps us apart.
I’d open the bark of your body, and I’d build you a new wooden.
credits
from
Pyramid Theories,
released October 5, 2018
Melissa E. Wright - vocals, keyboards
Daniel Zezeski - drums, guitar
Matt Schimelfenig - bass, engineering and mixing
Ian Farmer - mastering
Jessica Flynn - photography
Kelley Wills - illustration and graphic design
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