villagers

Safe underneath the water Child of the slaughter Sung it to yourself Sound swimming in the silence Daughter of the violence Sung into the void A roxy music cassette dying in the dashboard sun Clean redemption Your attention asleep in someone else's car Found mowing down the flowers Vanishing the hours Yelling at the moon Sleep-walking with the jackals Expanding on the fractals A diorama breaks The villagers as one go quiet as you come closer The weekend cannibals arrive Child of things we never mention Grounded in the tension and digging up the bones Lost inside of your good graces Forgot a million faces A memory or dream Worlds never collide They just hover and spin The sweetest forever is always and never halfway home Halfway home, halfway home Halfway home, halfway home Halfway home, halfway home Halfway home