Credits
Lyrics
An old wound, the split that you are
pleased by the node that you tie
that old spark
the node that you look like
when you play
when nobody’s close to your face
You love to lean on your own
and no one could know how
you lay on your own
When out is spring and not fall
claim your right
to borrow that pale sad sun
When no place feeds you up
you’re like a wrong tale
where nobody cares
When two lone hands are tight
the clock is so dark and
so the light globe that you hide
where nobody’s so sad
cloud you up
so you lock time
at the same on time
From every side you know light
with soul-body-tight’s sight
That sailor has seen so many seas
I suppose, because
clouds never showed it to him:
a so bright sea to belong to
To so many mothers he sold lies
cold blood, shining like gold
outside my bones
that flower draws a way
a blowing core
could drive the sun insane
outside my bones
that flower draws a way
a blowing core
does leave the sore apart
