La Dispute - To Withstand the Force of Storms lyrics
[La Dispute - To Withstand the Force of Storms lyrics]
Oh, you’ve a pretty mouth
Leave your lips to linger on my skin
And kiss me one last time
I will roll off your tongue like a whisper
In the winter
Sleeping in the sutures of the city’s skin
Make yourself remember me in
Cold and concrete
Oh, when will you realize this
City makes you real?
Oh, when will you realize your
Demons make you real? When will you realize?
Your demons make you real
Oh, you’ve a pretty mouth
Leave your lips to linger on my skin
And kiss me one last time
I will roll off your tongue like a whisper
In the winter
Sleeping in the sutures of the city’s skin
Make yourself remember me in
Cold and concrete
It’s the way my hands felt
Lying still beneath your dress
It's the way my hands felt
I am transparent
I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts
I am transparent
Oh dear God oh my God
Whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice
The first thing that you learn is that
You never let them hear you
In a soundproof room, in a windowless world
Keep your voice down or dull your words
Then put on your bedroom face for him
All pursed lips and half-closed eyes
With pink-stained skin
Screaming for sleeping hands
On downed dresses screaming
For dead legs come alive
For dead legs come alive
For dead legs come alive
Oh dear God, there is no excuse for me
Oh dear God, what have I done?
I still love you but, I don't love myself
Leave your lips to linger on my skin
And kiss me one last time
I will roll off your tongue like a whisper
In the winter
Sleeping in the sutures of the city’s skin
Make yourself remember me in
Cold and concrete
Oh, when will you realize this
City makes you real?
Oh, when will you realize your
Demons make you real? When will you realize?
Your demons make you real
Oh, you’ve a pretty mouth
Leave your lips to linger on my skin
And kiss me one last time
I will roll off your tongue like a whisper
In the winter
Sleeping in the sutures of the city’s skin
Make yourself remember me in
Cold and concrete
It’s the way my hands felt
Lying still beneath your dress
It's the way my hands felt
I am transparent
I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts
I am transparent
Oh dear God oh my God
Whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice
The first thing that you learn is that
You never let them hear you
In a soundproof room, in a windowless world
Keep your voice down or dull your words
Then put on your bedroom face for him
All pursed lips and half-closed eyes
With pink-stained skin
Screaming for sleeping hands
On downed dresses screaming
For dead legs come alive
For dead legs come alive
For dead legs come alive
Oh dear God, there is no excuse for me
Oh dear God, what have I done?
I still love you but, I don't love myself