She drips like a candle all across my mind
Doesn't want to live her life too ordinary
I want her shape like a vase
She caught me faded away
She strums my strings
I feel her in my spine
Her breath is chilled, a cemetery breeze
Wouldn't be caught dead living ordinary
Painted me one of her dreams
I'm as pale as the color scheme
We do dumb things
A dozen through the night
Just keep shooting them down
Just keep dragging your feet
Shoot the other men down
Build them up on the sheets
The shops are opening up, her estuary knees
Outside they don't know it's all momentary
The T.V. snows, her tracer hands
On paper rolls, piles of plans
The bulbs in rows, the cars in jams
The lens exposed, the lights are banned
Just keep shooting them down
Just keep falling asleep
Shoot the other ones down
Billow up like a sheet
Parachuting them down
Parachuting them down
Parachuting them down
Parachuting them down
credits
from Songs Sung Over the Phone,
released July 2, 2016
Desirae Garcia - Haunted Windchime
Inaiah Lujan - Slide Guitar
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