Junior Brother - Purple Circle lyrics
[Junior Brother - Purple Circle lyrics]
I will eat, when I am fed
I will leave, when I am led
And when I’m dying, and whisper over the room
I’m going to curse you
The timber crackles, and the coal spit's
From the hot belly of the hearth
But the wind gets to my bones
And this it whispers:
"Purple circles ring your eyes
Were you standing when you
Should have been ducking?
Did you feel the bedroom shake?
It can be felt by them who live their lives
Trembling stood in line, all the time
Always late, for what’s mine
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man pure lose the plot
It could make a man leave himself behind
It could make a fella lose"
The weeds are watered, below where she stands
The crowd can hear the baby cry already
The pulsating earth
Housing artefacts in muck and a sorry tract
Moved the mountains back
Only soil could hear them shift
Though the bedroom split and cracked
Horses groan, fur and bone
Being lashed by hindsight
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man pure lose the plot
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man pure lose the plot
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man pure lose the plot
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man lose
You could make a man
It could make a man lose, ah
The bowels of the bedroom are
Revealed through the crack
The ceiling tears
And pours rubble across the gap
A hole that wide will keep
Parting ‘til it’s fed so I’ve made my bed
Inside your head
I will leave, when I am led
And when I’m dying, and whisper over the room
I’m going to curse you
The timber crackles, and the coal spit's
From the hot belly of the hearth
But the wind gets to my bones
And this it whispers:
"Purple circles ring your eyes
Were you standing when you
Should have been ducking?
Did you feel the bedroom shake?
It can be felt by them who live their lives
Trembling stood in line, all the time
Always late, for what’s mine
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man pure lose the plot
It could make a man leave himself behind
It could make a fella lose"
The weeds are watered, below where she stands
The crowd can hear the baby cry already
The pulsating earth
Housing artefacts in muck and a sorry tract
Moved the mountains back
Only soil could hear them shift
Though the bedroom split and cracked
Horses groan, fur and bone
Being lashed by hindsight
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man pure lose the plot
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man pure lose the plot
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man pure lose the plot
It could make a fella leave himself behind
It could make a man lose
You could make a man
It could make a man lose, ah
The bowels of the bedroom are
Revealed through the crack
The ceiling tears
And pours rubble across the gap
A hole that wide will keep
Parting ‘til it’s fed so I’ve made my bed
Inside your head