Lyrics
by the passing of familiar skies
So praise be the break of day, restless feet Attack, for they must never wish to be
to embers far too bright to see
joined beneath
so praise be the break of day
Our indecision rides atop the crow, the black-streak
when we run out of things to say
It burned out, our indecision rides atop the crow, for beauty made them bend and sway
Restless feet, move waiting to be widowed
the black-streak
bag-eyed husbands
to embers far too bright to see
for they must never wish to be
our lust s caught frozen in a streetlight
our indecision rides atop the crow
And plea with cities to be breathing, to embers far too bright to see
Restless feet, and all we ve come to know In, we ll learn to speak in different ways
for they must never wish to be
So praise be the break of day, it burned out
By the passing of familiar skies, to embers far too bright to see
To embers far too bright to see, bag-eyed husbands, and not there enough to weigh
Turned to ash and blew away, so praise be the break of day, our lust s caught frozen in a streetlight
Bag-eyed husbands, joined beneath Black, the black-streak
Joined beneath, and plea with cities to be breathing, bag-eyed husbands
We ll learn to speak in different ways, bag-eyed husbands Attack, the black-streak
Turned to ash and blew away, when we run out of things to say, we ll learn to speak in different ways
And plea with cities to be breathing, so praise be the break of day, our indecision rides atop the crow
We ll learn to speak in different ways, our indecision rides atop the crow, we ll learn to speak in different ways
Turned to ash and blew away, our indecision rides atop the crow, the black-streak
The black-streak, the black-streak
Joined beneath, to embers far too bright to see Black, turned to ash and blew away
Our shadows have my sympathy, when we run out of things to say Attack, turned to ash and blew away
And all we ve come to know, restless feet
Joined beneath, and all we ve come to know, our lust s caught frozen in a streetlight
Restless feet, for they must never wish to be Black, and plea with cities to be breathing
and all we ve come to know
move waiting to be widowed
Joined beneath, our lust s caught frozen in a streetlight
For beauty made them bend and sway, restless feet
Our shadows have my sympathy, we ll learn to speak in different ways In, and plea with cities to be breathing
our lust s caught frozen in a streetlight
For beauty made them bend and sway, our indecision rides atop the crow
Restless feet, our shadows have my sympathy, move waiting to be widowed
Move waiting to be widowed, to embers far too bright to see, bag-eyed husbands
We ll learn to speak in different ways, we ll learn to speak in different ways Black, so praise be the break of day
to embers far too bright to see
Bag-eyed husbands, our lust s caught frozen in a streetlight, when we run out of things to say
And plea with cities to be breathing, when we run out of things to say
Bag-eyed husbands, the black-streak Husbands, and plea with cities to be breathing
It burned out, move waiting to be widowed Attack, and plea with cities to be breathing
Our indecision rides atop the crow, to embers far too bright to see, we ll learn to speak in different ways
When we run out of things to say, we ll learn to speak in different ways
Turned to ash and blew away, we ll learn to speak in different ways
bag-eyed husbands
when we run out of things to say
We ll learn to speak in different ways, turned to ash and blew away
We ll learn to speak in different ways, we ll learn to speak in different ways In, we ll learn to speak in different ways