Misophone - Nothing Down There but Trees | Текст песни

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Time has up and risen slowly
Finite, lorn and left hand low
Vantage point absurd and holy
See saw sun and all below
Sickly sap sun soap sud clouds
Gather hopelessly around
The darkly darkened hill a yonder
Traps the air with weightless sound
And what if any is the answer
For this sin to go unspent
Sow the seeds which spring and dance there
In the growing ground repent
Give me children or indeed
Nothing will I give to thee
Table gathered ghost will breathless
Grasp and fail and flow and flee
Mostly I long to see the corners
Of your lips fall and rise
Sauntering rising and in time
Though benign and resigned
Inverting and breaking like the break of tides
And laughter cures the winter
Rolling bones and eyes of grey
Laughters end and pass away

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