La Dispute - To Withstand The Force Of Storms Lyrics
Oh, you've a pretty mouth, Leave your lips to linger on my skin andKiss me one last timeI will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winterSleeping in the sutures of the city's skinMake yourself remember me in cold and concrete.When will you realize this city/your demons make(s) you realOh, you've a pretty mouth, Leave your lips to linger on my skin andKiss me one last timeI will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winterSleeping in the sutures of the city's skinMake yourself remember me in cold and concrete.It's the way my hands felt lying still beneath your dress(I am transparent, I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts.)Oh god, oh dear godWhisper secrets, speak in a hushed voiceThe first thing that you learn is that you never let them hear youIn a soundproof room, in a windowless worldKeep your voice down or dull your words.Then, Put on your bedroom face for him, All pursed lips and half-closed eyes with pink-stained skinScreaming for sleeping hands on downed dresses, ScreamingFor dead legs come alive, for dead legs come alive.Oh dear god, there is no excuse for me