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We Bathe In Light
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At last I've got this great idea that's gonna bring her back
Yeah got a ton of great ideas, I haven't slept all year
My hairs growing down to my shoulders, there's icicles in my beard
I got these tired sunken eyes... I'm getting pretty thin
I stole for you some company
Now this whole house smells of mint
I bathe my palms in lukewarm milk to make my handshakes firmer
Now all the old folks seem to say is "this town crept away"
The kids all say I'm half awake
I haven't slept all year
The most serious charge, which can be brought against New England is not puritanism but February
I'm starting to keep weird hours
I listen for the earthquakes
All I can smell is honey and smoke
When I think about you sleeping
I'm spinning that same old record
I'm listening hard for the mistakes
I write you a story about love
I waste too much paper
I don't hear the sadness coming in, this town is full of it
I sign my name like a parade
I'm taller than Jesus
They found you face down blue in the snow
I think I saw you breathing?
Your mouth was just full of bees
That sang like a terrible war
The most serious charge, which can be brought against New England is not puritanism but February
I still feel cold
Every time that bitch makes me sick up ice cubes my feet (a town) gets covered in snow
These bees keep swimming in my tea cups... For you I'd drink anything, anything, anything
I've got this garden growing in my gut and I've got flowers up my sleeves
Houdini and Carter ain't got shit on me, I can catch bullets just like a president
This story I wrote you turned into a war... Everything, everything, everything burns
There's drowned bees floating in my tea cups, for you they sting every little part of me
I've got this garden growing in my guts and I've got flowers up my sleeves
Houdini that charmer ain't got shit on me
'Cause my teeth are crooked just like a president
This story I wrote you turns into a war
This story I wrote you turns into a war...
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You dreamt about the woodlands
You were hanging up your ghost
We sat and played prediction for a little while
Please excuse me if you feel, anything at all
'cause I'm a storm and I go "tra la la la la la la"
You miserable pricks
You can't feel the wind, but you see the trees sway
The places that we loved have crept the fuck away
You can't see the the wood, for the trees
And now the woodlands are gone but they're still part of me
I dreamt about the ocean, it was swinging a sword
And I remember back in school how they would lecture us that;
Building nuclear bombs, was par for the course
Back in school we learned nothing
Whilst bands like The Clash taught us everything!
We strung red wool through the woodlands
We were told that no-one goes there
But still we'd like to find those, parts we've left behind
Hidden in roots and branches, deep in the bows of solid oak
They said this town would creep away, now this town is vulgar
We rode bikes down to the train tracks
To collect our crooked coins back
And though we want for nothing
Disappointment comes in waves
Flattening cars and houses
Soaking us right to the bone
Soaking us right to the bone
Clambering roof and shingle, clutching everything we own
These bright lights lead us home
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I feel like, I'm living in a coma
I have the sad taste of trees in my mouth
The old folks remember, when I was young I saw their sadness as a monster
I didn't hear it cry but I could see its shoulders shake, shadow puppets could be laughing
But since I was five I've caught it's tears in a penny jar
And in the back seat
I sleep and wake with the shakes
You held me like a baby tree
Your flood sad eyes just rained on me
I feel like a somnambulist or something, but in dreams I don't walk with you
Roy Orbison was a liar but, I won't lie to you.. I'm a monster
And although I'm not made of snow I'm a abominable?
As a child I was read Raymond Briggs
I can't fly, but if I could there would be less tracks, left in the snow
I remember you though I'm a Wendigo
Covered in white matted fur, your name on my eyelids
But all you see in my eyes is a longing, for venison...
And I got these claws when I wake in the woods, all the snow stained red and I've got splintered fingers, from picking beautiful girls out my teeth, with a tree branch
Will you, remember me?
My loving family...
You held me like a baby tree
Your flood sad eyes just rained on me
And in the back row
I sleep and wake with the shakes
You held me like a baby tree
With dirty hands you buried me
My heart is filled with
Nothing but, sawdust confetti
But I will lift your sweetest hearts
Into the rafters
Some hearts are bullshit / Some hearts are heaven sent / Some hearts are true
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Lightboxes Tadley, UK
Lightboxes are a five piece Indie- Rock band from Hampshire England. They formed in February 2012.. they are loud.
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