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• Artiste: Evening Hymns
• Titre: Dead Deer
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We sleep in a heap on the floor Our bodies are declaring war Keep our eyes peeled on the door My body it lies like an arch Like a bridge over yours in the dark And our hands they are tangled in two They're tangled into one And I lie like a dead deer And I'm down in the cedars And you lie through your clenched teeth With your maps, you retreater And we talk through a mail truck That is lost in our bad luck And you talk like a factory Blowing smoke and interrupting me Well I guess this is it We turn into dust Those things that we did Well we can never go back Guess we fade into black And I know that you're dying By the way that you're lying And you stand like a dead tree With your leaves falling on me Took a backseat to an old me Took a deep breath when you told me That you'd change you just to hold me