When your brain is as chalk, whipped about by the wind in a desert oasis mirage, buckling hither and fro with the amplitude of the heat, you become slow motion itself.
[From PHOX Confetti, a video EP wherein we created uh video and uh EP at the same tim, ya know? Ya babi.]
Everything I do, I do in slow motion, I don't know what to say
Everywhere I fall, don't know name or location
baby I'll just find my way, I'll find it.
heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming
while you're pretty through the night
You can taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone
but you don't know why I cry
years ago now,
couldn't hold my eyes to the stars
burdened by how they slept so far away
I see now this is better in so many ways
all the glitter is fire, burns the skin and leaves you with haste
Over mulled wine, all the tact fell through the floor
tripping over fine lines and you
If I stay here I'll have some explaining to do
sins are in mind where there's things I ought'a do
and for some time I've held these words from you
if you stay here, i'll have some explaining
sins are in mind where there's things i ought to do
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