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Paint the windows i'm sleeping in
out of touch with sensibility
smacked on the wrist, I mistook it for a kiss
in love with the crooked one....
ship-wrecked wretch gotta spin until you're undone
So I ditched the anchor, stretched my arms out like wings
stripped away any sense of feeling
tell me all your secrets dear
tell me what I wanna hear
we're circling over and over
like vultures in disguise
yeah we're circling over and over
and only coming out at night
so I ditched the anchor, stretched my arms out like wings
stripped away any sense of feeling
I choked up my lungs with golden breathes
to fill that copper hollow
and the mud keeps cracking underneath our feet
we're still moving
I only strive to be
what is best will leave
two hearts on one sleeve
is too much for me
and the mud keeps cracking underneath our feet
we're still moving
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in the silence that snow brings
i'll hear you in the wind
i'll see you shifting blankets of white against my skin
and the sun is coming baby
soon rising i suddenly fear
and i ask myself just what am i doing here?
throwing bricks into stereos
screaming music is dead
taking long rides home
from train yards instead
and i'm writing on windows
just for a laugh
I know you'll never see 'em, not gonna write me back
but my chest is never pointed outwards
like my father never warned me about
and i'm never holding torches in caves
like my mother never warned me about
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BBHJITD
03:51
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tear my life down to size
been living long enough at this height
still twist the threads, unraveled left for dead
my bed smells like beer again
as she's twisting up the threads
but it feels like i am alone
when she tells me you're already home
but it feels like i am alone
when she tells me you're already home
cigarette smoke in my eyes so
i ripped off the sheets
scraped the skin off my knuckles
only for it to grow back
my heart should learn from my body
but i cannot see whats in front of me
but it feels like i am alone
when she tells me you're already home
but it feels like i am alone
when she tells me you're already home
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Julian
03:43
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silver spoons and golden thrones
are why I've kept my collar creased
camouflaged by even me
your hearts suspended from ceilings
as the wallpapers receding
fabled canyons cracked, the roots uplifted
conflicted spirits march left, march right
this sinking stone will never drown
we all want to be weightless
ever changing our faces
i'm only tracing the lines
details are in what they're selling
i'm undercutting everything for profit
i am everybody's prophet
a sheep inside the skin of a wolf is whats haunting me
naked underneath
a sheep inside the skin of a wolf is whats haunting me
this sinking stone will never drown
we all want to be weightless
ever changing our faces
i'm only tracing the lines
details are in what they're selling
i'm undercutting everything for profit
i am everybody's prophet
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Permutation
03:28
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i've walked down streets paved with thorns
but the roses stapled to my feet they carry me
still i bleed
misanthropic monster is my nest
the crows supply my comfort
i digress into a slipstream that only wants to slip away
but this is not a call to arms
rather point it at your brain
roll your eyes until their white
every time the creek bends I succumb to drought
flooded by everything but water
dehydrated perspectives
misanthropic monster is my nest
the crows supply my comfort
i digress into a slipstream that only wants to slip away
but this is not a call to arms
rather point it at your brain
roll your eyes until their white
every time the creek bends I succumb to drought
flooded by everything but water
dehydrated perspectives
well teach a man a new trick
and see how long he fights it
change don't happen after 24
we are the mirrors
staring back
cracked beneath the glass
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