XXVII

from Islands by the boy without a name

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lyrics

On a table where the darkest of secrets can hide
My lies are inviting me down to the white
My body is burned on a mindful of fight
For a bride and the heaviest of favours denied

There's no need for forgiving
Sorrows like these can be swallowed in kindness
And I'll be alone self-afflicted
In the shade of the dusk in our living room sighs
And I'll mask the white under your eyelids
As we dose away feeling in our awkward incline
For your life

You're a feather worn heady from the worries of flight
I'm a fly on the wall looking in from the sky
All the colours of blood rushing down to your spine
And the cries of your pain pushing hard to define

We've no place with the living
A killing incentive for selfish decline
When our friendship is longer breathing
And my oxygen bleeds on a flawless design
I'm losing my life to your leaving
And we're talking in opposite swells of the tide

I'm scared of the dirt in you eyes
My reasons for leaving are selfish and poorly defined
But I'm not one for words
When our absence is no kind of healing for hurts of this kind
For the water is wide
But I'm not one to swim, you know me
The melancholy seasons are mine

There are knives in the air forming thoughts held in time
When the only way out is out into the night
And my dreams are all visionaries walking the line
That I brokered and borrowed from a better man's life