I wanna live in a crooked house All bent to hell, flipped over, inside out Four wayward walls In a dim lit hallway That’s always calling Softly asking me to open Each and every door With the creaking of the floorboards Unsettles dusty scores Where every haunting threshold across a lawn mowed I wanna love with this crooked heart All beat to hell, skipped over, charged with sparks Four wayward chambers Pumped full of danger Well, I’ll wager my fate for a glimpse of technical alone Well, enough with all these grays And shades of dead malaise No, I’d rather they’d drawn out every cross space in this maze Beat, beat, my heart I want to see straight with these crooked eyes The truest blacks, the brilliant blinding whites For every morning I wake in a muddy haze Well, I make my case for a minor miracle I might procure from out here on the bed Where the waiting tips the final scales Oh, beyond all reasonable compare Where every single sense you’ve ever had Is a momentary flair Beat, beat, my heart https://youtube/watch?v=nF3k5Vq0JIg
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 13:43:08 +0000
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