Circle Takes the Square In the Nervous Light of
Sunday Lyrics:
Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically
seemless ill fated tapestry. Blistered fingers are
tending their loom. She collects the strands to
braid in to lives. Loggin the weft of an ageless
woven infinity. Countless raw fibers are clawing
the frame. A woman's work is never done. But the
final stitch has got to come and so three witches
contend to slice the very last thread. That you
curse, curse constantly. Tie the knot. Nothing's
immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed. A
yearling that bears our sincere passions, is
chosen, frozen and quivering, like the thread in
the wake of a blade. And so we compromise, so we
sacrifice. Compromise nothing, but that which
secures a comfortable life. Risk as an indication
of a healing sacrifice. Destroy the altar whose
boundaries tides will never exceed. Ignite the
pyres, underneath a sedated mythology. Five
decades his lifetime, and his life's work faded
scratches in stone. She tends to numerals,
counting fingers, counting her toes. Keeping track
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of the time racing years wasting. Dance to the
sound of his weight bearing back breaking.
Infinite ages the length of this quilts making.
And we dance, and we dance in the stronghold...
that you curse, curse constantly. Do you feel this
thin strand resting in a pinch? Held strong by the
needle's sheen. Thats the thread that you curse.
That you curse constantly. An eternal patch on a
quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought
with our decay. An eternal patch frought with our
decay, remembered forever til it goes away. From 6
states away, 5 years of guilt postmarked 4 days
before my escape. My dad's favorite novel on top
of the pile in this self conscious shake the
memory of his smile. Igniting these volumes,
igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones, in the nervous
light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed
by the flames. Dance to the sound of his weight
bearing back fucking breaking. Slowly breaking.
Dictate the deafening earthen tones Alter the
pitch of his weight bearing back breaking We can
dictate the pitch of our weight bearing back
breaking Alter the tone of your weight bearing
back breaking We can mend all the seams that were
torn during our backs slowly breaking. In the
nervous light, the nervous light of Sunday.
Lyrics: In the Nervous Light of Sunday, Circle Takes the
Square [end]