Lyrics
At the lips of a wick shredded forward full forceBy appendagas that make us speak the same languageI caught your amnesia and now I'm and introvertPouring out red and confetti and muscle
We're up here, we're up hereOn a tightwire spinning
Your bark is a tragedy caught unawareYou won't spoil a saint if you're hungry down thereAnd I spread out the ashes to make you feel tallAnd you pick out the good ones and tell me that's all
We're up here, we're up hereOn a tightwire spinning
If there's a way down, I won't forget itIf there's a way out, I won't regret it
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