Owen Pallett (Final Fantasy) - Horsetail Feathers | Текст песни

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• Owen Pallett (Final Fantasy)
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I’m smarter than a chair, until it needs
red paint
Then I’m amazed in a forest of stares
Crying oil, and picking horsetail feathers
From my eyes

A grin of shadows press my face
I am a forger or a fake
Who dabs and bursts each blood-filled egg
And whips his raw steak of a brush into an X

I wanna quit with all my skin
But I can’t find a place to sit with all this red
On my hands
Or even trace these slapdash tears back to
the start

I coat it twice, and thrice
I rub it on with tan lotion
And like a child, I let it stream
Watching it ebb, full of emotion

My neighbour stares, I’m red as Mars
(He’s smarter than a can of paint)
“It looks real nice,” he finally says
“And where’s your lovely wife today?”

“She’s in the house baking a cake.”