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• Artiste: Arms
• Titre: Face-Gravity
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the sound of fingers scratching slow behind the wall you tried to hold me closer so i wouldn?t heed the call they?re on our doorstep peaking grinning through the blinds we?ll never wear our skeletons right we kept our closets locked and tight any day now with the flame of the sun in the south we?ll take our paces, have it out the lives of others with their short hairs entwined they keep our eyes a-cornered with crows they make the sirens sing and sigh any day now we?ll comb our grey hairs aside we?re nervous kids who twitch in time we?re phantom limbs that itch at night any day now when the weight comes a tumbling down we?ll skin our knees and beat the ground sing it so soft clutching hope like a corner of cloth and now i know your peaks and troughs and the stains that?ll never come off just leave it alone you?ll never save a sailing soul such a long face with a pull like a body in space the pieces falling into place then it came down with a low, undeniable sound we?ll go down easy, paint the town we deserve everything that we found