You play my nerves

like strings,

all upside down.

try to keep straight...

my limbs are bonding now.

Since a few aprils ago,

endless chase to send away this...

tireless persistence of taste.



With a touch of your words

I saw the devil

sneak between my fingers (it's much too familiar)

With a touch of your words

I've learned to reverse.

It's gotten me nowhere...



A deep shade of

horizon gold...

the constellations remind me I am home.

We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,

yet a sight of industrial-ness

as the silence wins over every word.



With a touch of your words

I saw the devil

sneak between my fingers (it's much too familiar)

With a touch of your words

I've learned the reverse.

It's gotten me nowhere...



What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out...?

(It's gotten me nowhere)

Patterns don't feel right,

still speaking like you know what I'm all about.



We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,

yet a sight of industrial-ness

as the silence wins over every word.



With a touch of your words

I saw the devil

sneak between my fingers (it's much too familiar)

With a touch of your words

I've learned the reverse.

It's gotten me nowhere...



We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,

yet a sight of industrial-ness

as the silence wins over