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• Artiste: Theologians
• Titre: Tying Off The Ends
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Morning comes in and we rendezvous In the streets of golden honeydew Never have I come so close to charming you Coupled eyes, coupled eyes, coupled eyes When the sun's fallen beneath the sky Electric bricks arrange from you to I Fingers spread like stems and become intertwined I could die, I could die, I could die Speak, a heart is waking up Or keep a part that's taken up Broken limbs will mend, my friend We're tying off the ends So it's been a spell and qualms are thin Though restive butterflies, alive, still spin within Praying stomachs are acknowledged safehavens To the songbirds that orbit my head Thoughts are never voiced unless in jest Leaving one to his own devices Short-circuiting in a convoluted mess Five seconds left! Which wire is it? I'll try the red! Precious time wasted pretending That things were rising to the top But you were never condescending I wish we'd fought I wish we'd fought Speak, a heart is waking up (To clocks that never lie) Or keep a part that's taken up (A soldier on the side) Broken limbs will mend, my friend (Time and time again) We're tying off the ends