The Ex (Punk Band) - Piecemeal lyrics
[The Ex Punk Band - Piecemeal lyrics]
Slowly the years get out of sight
Of the days that clung to a tree with a rope
And the hours that nicked apples at dawn
And the minutes that pissed their pants
Slowly come the years of the days
Stuck with a rope to the world
And the hours that nick apples
From the time at dawn
And the minutes that piss their pants at last
Slowly the years get out of sight
Teared down by the farmers
From the city towers
And the seconds got streched out
By the whelming tide
And the minutes that pissed their pants
Slowly come the years of the days
Clung with a rope to a tree to the world
And the apples pulled up the sun by degrees
And the minutes sat down on
Their hands at last
The days all got clung to a tree
It tried to be steady and straight
But they had quite a weight
The world’s sure first all men will agree
Before every clock will allign
Eat the apples from time
To begin with i would like to speak naked
Stretch out the words undressed
Not captured in fashion but timeless
Fledged and still hoarfrost fresh
And when the words become elastic
I will squeeze them press them on my heart
The idea that time can
Not make them disappear moves me tot tears
And the language of gratitude proves to be
Insufficient
The days all got clung to a tree
It tried to be steady and straight
But they had quite a weight
The world’s sure first all men will agree
Before every clock will allign
Eat the apples from time
Of the days that clung to a tree with a rope
And the hours that nicked apples at dawn
And the minutes that pissed their pants
Slowly come the years of the days
Stuck with a rope to the world
And the hours that nick apples
From the time at dawn
And the minutes that piss their pants at last
Slowly the years get out of sight
Teared down by the farmers
From the city towers
And the seconds got streched out
By the whelming tide
And the minutes that pissed their pants
Slowly come the years of the days
Clung with a rope to a tree to the world
And the apples pulled up the sun by degrees
And the minutes sat down on
Their hands at last
The days all got clung to a tree
It tried to be steady and straight
But they had quite a weight
The world’s sure first all men will agree
Before every clock will allign
Eat the apples from time
To begin with i would like to speak naked
Stretch out the words undressed
Not captured in fashion but timeless
Fledged and still hoarfrost fresh
And when the words become elastic
I will squeeze them press them on my heart
The idea that time can
Not make them disappear moves me tot tears
And the language of gratitude proves to be
Insufficient
The days all got clung to a tree
It tried to be steady and straight
But they had quite a weight
The world’s sure first all men will agree
Before every clock will allign
Eat the apples from time