" Took some pills in your room
caught an empty chill from
all the beavers you were dreaming of.
Made a choice to feel new,
like this aging skin feeling -
the cracks that you were peeling away...
Good light in your apartment
I count the breaths descending the sky
We lay in the bed you made,
longing for the cyphers to move on.
The City's designed to crumble in the night.
In cascading light
we sleep an ash tonight. "
Memoryhouse always has the most beautiful lyrics - I'm all about floating in the transcendence.
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