Testo Four Words - Parenthetical Girls
Testo della canzone Four Words (Parenthetical Girls), tratta dall'album Entanglements
Forgive me please but do repeat what you've said
While it's fresh in your head
The way those consonants stretch
Before you forget
Wait there, that's it, just
At the split of your lips
Before your tongue gives to lisp
Wherein that sweet sinful slip
Spins a crippling ellipse
A swell of strings sing 'neath the pleats of my dress
And speeds what beats 'neath my breast
Until the song they suggest
Taps traces of wet
What wake that shape did make conducting the way
They phrase this endless refrain
And for the next several days
I'm braced 'neath the waist
Creased of these sheets
And half asleep, it seems to speak for me
This sweet symphony
Might simply be the sound of space between
The seat of where we meet
Might pure proximity then cease to restrict
That which exists of such bliss
Where that it rings of all things
With strict consonance
Bless we with breath lest we forget what you said
To loose this noise in my head
For that in flesh unto death
Might we seamlessly blend
And should I pass away
I pray a tape be lain upon my grave
That these sweet remains
May play that melody to set what's left
Between these knees at ease
Credits
Writer(s): Zac Pennington, Matthew Brandon Carlson, Jherek Brandon Bischoff
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