Pinegrove - & lyrics
[Pinegrove - & lyrics]
Hand over hand, I’m pulling myself together
On this itchy couch again i’d pull you in
But, I couldn’t help thinking
Or my mouth was tarpaulin let me start again
I didn’t mean to say so much about my plans
So you see my hand see? It’s never either
Or now stigmata ampersand
The morning is the self, it’s self evident
A clattering of blinds a mimetic wind
A sympathetic tremor I’m a tessela of signs
Oh, I close my eyes and
Fractal inner rings of varicose resign
Coiled dark inside
I’ll open my eyes and clear my
Throat when I know it’s time
On this itchy couch again i’d pull you in
But, I couldn’t help thinking
Or my mouth was tarpaulin let me start again
I didn’t mean to say so much about my plans
So you see my hand see? It’s never either
Or now stigmata ampersand
The morning is the self, it’s self evident
A clattering of blinds a mimetic wind
A sympathetic tremor I’m a tessela of signs
Oh, I close my eyes and
Fractal inner rings of varicose resign
Coiled dark inside
I’ll open my eyes and clear my
Throat when I know it’s time
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