WHY? - White English lyrics
[WHY? - White English lyrics]
Tongue gone dumb from disuse at some
Numb young sea-scum’s post
Bottle after bottle after bottle out sink
Cold filled to the cork with uncrackable code
So good through the years the knots went
That it's alphabet was even forgotten
Me? I’m head vessel for a fleet of tears
Out on my old man’s bones parole
Under sail only for a hole to hell to fill
With handfuls and handfuls
Of loose-earned dust
Or plug up level really with
Anything other than us
And then to toss a dusty rug over -
Lost (lost lost) in translation lost
To a kingdom of light I
Wish tonight to fall witness
But victim to a spite
It might incite sickness
I sit in and pretend and
Through it write hymns:
Tight-limbed in white English as my
One and trite business
Light as a nice fat rice sack boiled in water
Out farther than the house of my father
Waiting in the sitting room
Of yet another doctor
I taste what little bitter roots this
Winter has to offer and
Without a son or daughter
To shoulder the debt
Alone with the past and prone to regret
Dreamt my death by a knife
On a path in Burnet but under the bedspread
I’m younger than dead yet
Lost in translation lost
Even an opal heart hopes all night
In the bright, biting strobe lights
And bitter cold, as the living set up
To a long white joke told through sun up
‘til the bones and bodies
Spun around them fold
Hopes all night through the old lone fight
And the bright vast cold
But there’s no punch-line
By this told whack joke for
All one’s life is surrounded
‘til the black hole and bodies
Spun around it fold
Numb young sea-scum’s post
Bottle after bottle after bottle out sink
Cold filled to the cork with uncrackable code
So good through the years the knots went
That it's alphabet was even forgotten
Me? I’m head vessel for a fleet of tears
Out on my old man’s bones parole
Under sail only for a hole to hell to fill
With handfuls and handfuls
Of loose-earned dust
Or plug up level really with
Anything other than us
And then to toss a dusty rug over -
Lost (lost lost) in translation lost
To a kingdom of light I
Wish tonight to fall witness
But victim to a spite
It might incite sickness
I sit in and pretend and
Through it write hymns:
Tight-limbed in white English as my
One and trite business
Light as a nice fat rice sack boiled in water
Out farther than the house of my father
Waiting in the sitting room
Of yet another doctor
I taste what little bitter roots this
Winter has to offer and
Without a son or daughter
To shoulder the debt
Alone with the past and prone to regret
Dreamt my death by a knife
On a path in Burnet but under the bedspread
I’m younger than dead yet
Lost in translation lost
Even an opal heart hopes all night
In the bright, biting strobe lights
And bitter cold, as the living set up
To a long white joke told through sun up
‘til the bones and bodies
Spun around them fold
Hopes all night through the old lone fight
And the bright vast cold
But there’s no punch-line
By this told whack joke for
All one’s life is surrounded
‘til the black hole and bodies
Spun around it fold