The Hotelier - End of Reel lyrics
[The Hotelier - End of Reel lyrics]
First breath following wakes of the
Palms pressed, brushed on my arm and then
Wave stretched sending me off to descend
Leading me into the bend
Keep pulsing my hand to the beat of you
Shapeless hiss hanging over the
Mixes of midnight and twilight
It passes, dims to make space and suspend
While she's singing her swan song again
It got stuck in my head as the sound of you
In the night, we will celebrate cyclical spin
As we ritually send off the fire at both ends
Yet I'm blanketed
Wet with the thought in my head
I don't know what I want what
I want's where I've been
The kind of thing that hangs inside a moment
A kiss of good that's temperate and golden
That permeates the surface of the woven
And seeps into the piece of
You inside of my head
Goodness, present and hallowed
Is thanking walls of the shallow
Embankments for flowing in over the
Ranks of soldiering messes of
Dayglow blades scorched by hovering halos
Washing away until I don't even cringe
At the thought of you
In the light of the day, stabilize and reset
And then burn in the image
Until I can't forget
And end ceaselessly speaking until
Nothing is unsaid
I don't know what I want what
I want is where I've been
In the night will you rest
Your head into my hands
Will you disrupt this pattern
From starting again?
If I ask you for Nothing
Will Nothing there stand?
I don't know what I want
What I want's where I've been
I don't know what I want
What I want's where I've been
I don't know what I want
What I want's where I've been
I don't know what I want
What I want's where I've been
And Oh, the resonant calm comes hard
And hums off the walls of the block uncarved
And it's new, but I don't know what to do
With the sight of you brimming
The sight of you brimming the sight of you
The sight of you brimming
Palms pressed, brushed on my arm and then
Wave stretched sending me off to descend
Leading me into the bend
Keep pulsing my hand to the beat of you
Shapeless hiss hanging over the
Mixes of midnight and twilight
It passes, dims to make space and suspend
While she's singing her swan song again
It got stuck in my head as the sound of you
In the night, we will celebrate cyclical spin
As we ritually send off the fire at both ends
Yet I'm blanketed
Wet with the thought in my head
I don't know what I want what
I want's where I've been
The kind of thing that hangs inside a moment
A kiss of good that's temperate and golden
That permeates the surface of the woven
And seeps into the piece of
You inside of my head
Goodness, present and hallowed
Is thanking walls of the shallow
Embankments for flowing in over the
Ranks of soldiering messes of
Dayglow blades scorched by hovering halos
Washing away until I don't even cringe
At the thought of you
In the light of the day, stabilize and reset
And then burn in the image
Until I can't forget
And end ceaselessly speaking until
Nothing is unsaid
I don't know what I want what
I want is where I've been
In the night will you rest
Your head into my hands
Will you disrupt this pattern
From starting again?
If I ask you for Nothing
Will Nothing there stand?
I don't know what I want
What I want's where I've been
I don't know what I want
What I want's where I've been
I don't know what I want
What I want's where I've been
I don't know what I want
What I want's where I've been
And Oh, the resonant calm comes hard
And hums off the walls of the block uncarved
And it's new, but I don't know what to do
With the sight of you brimming
The sight of you brimming the sight of you
The sight of you brimming