Esperanza Spalding - Double Jointed Canyon lyrics
[Esperanza Spalding - Double Jointed Canyon lyrics]
To know what it means
When the brain throbs to warn
Of symptoms that ride along
With this potion made by
The trauma one distills
Inside their mothers womb
When it spills over into the
Bunkers that men make
To protect themselves from joylessness
Envied my something unknown
What does it feel like
To wake up to a monster that's
Dressed it'self in your clothes?
Being left off of the portions of
Remembrance that have moved on
To nurture themselves long live the time
When there was no need to
Exchange simpler feelings with toxicity
Being born out of the same fashion
That ruined so many past movers of trails
Enduring the pain while being swallowed
I what used to be the open arms of lament
Then comes along a delicate triumph
Glory be to the ones that
Heed not to potential consequence
But take to trial all that has
Permitted it'self to become common law
The time will come
When the shadows of those wakeless mornings
Will bow to the masters of truth
The masters of priority
The masters of might and will
The holders of a vase
That reinsures the proof which shown it'self
At the beginning of time for all time
When the brain throbs to warn
Of symptoms that ride along
With this potion made by
The trauma one distills
Inside their mothers womb
When it spills over into the
Bunkers that men make
To protect themselves from joylessness
Envied my something unknown
What does it feel like
To wake up to a monster that's
Dressed it'self in your clothes?
Being left off of the portions of
Remembrance that have moved on
To nurture themselves long live the time
When there was no need to
Exchange simpler feelings with toxicity
Being born out of the same fashion
That ruined so many past movers of trails
Enduring the pain while being swallowed
I what used to be the open arms of lament
Then comes along a delicate triumph
Glory be to the ones that
Heed not to potential consequence
But take to trial all that has
Permitted it'self to become common law
The time will come
When the shadows of those wakeless mornings
Will bow to the masters of truth
The masters of priority
The masters of might and will
The holders of a vase
That reinsures the proof which shown it'self
At the beginning of time for all time