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sirens
02:16
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i found heaven in a whore, i found heaven in my bed
theres no heaven in yr soul, theres no heaven in my head
and you dont have to put flowers in my hair to let me know where you are.
you're lipstick and pixels and tires and twine
i swim in your veins, i breathe in your eyes
and you dont have to put sirens in the street to let me know that you love me
its like falling asleep
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the island
01:32
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help me keep my feet on the ground I'm flying back to the island.
help me keep my body on the bed cat scratches tickling my ribcage.
fingertips and toes painted gold my eyelids smooth like a toilet
everybody speak dont breathe no room here for people like me
rose clipping hose dripping butterscotch and bleach spewing into the human sewage
I've never begged death for a ring but I'm a king now so call me when the ocean is frozen
call me when the ocean is frozen
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Basement
05:06
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never have i dreamt of fire, signs you own me again
yellow jacket on my shoulder, tastes like blood again
i look like a damaged river, love and pollution
summertime i never shiver, knowing its a sin
again
lay your head down in the basement, couldn't even cry
breathing shallow heavy body, never quite alive
like the color of the pavement, concrete unbleached eyes
smaller storms could blow me over, i cannot survive
again
water runs around me i dont wanna hear the sound anymore
maybe i could leave it alone but then what am i here for?
i saw you staring at the crowd like there was something you could tell them that would send them home
leave it alone
leave it alone
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fogging out
02:17
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skyscraper
02:30
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i know those stars weren't meant for you
i know you take them down from the sky every time the sun rises
swallow, dont chew.
i pulled myself out from under you
relax, skyscraper.
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bed soup
01:02
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White Car
02:19
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i think I've lost you, sweetheart
somewhere in space and time and sound
yr ashes and charcoal, baby
summer has burned you to the ground.
I'm thinking of warm corners
i need a place to hang my clothes.
they like to be on your bedroom floor
when will my knees stop bleeding?
when will you thaw your snowbank brain?
i need some room, baby
i wanna be distant baby
i wanna be shadows
i dont want the sunlight to touch me
i dont want yr seeds in my soil
i dont want the split ends you spit on.
i guess i like being haunted
i like to crochet my insides.
i drive a white car
i have a green soul
I'm scared that my nose will start growing
i'm scared that my nose will start growing
I'm scared that my nose will start growing
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st patricks day
00:10
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goosebumps
03:54
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yr the brightest soul I've yet to see
you make mountains on me.
weeping willow, liquor leaves
you've grown flowers on me.
wrapped in black this heart attack is waiting for you
bones pristine, my teeth are clean
you're the brightest soul I've yet to see
you make mountains on me.
sunrise lover, fog machine
planting orchids in me
your chloroplasts are fading fast, sucked from your vine
you are the sun, my day is done.
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Honeysun
02:36
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honey whiskey floating in my coffee
peppermint perfume was sprayed all over me.
like a crimson canopy
im a bird you cannot see
I'm your bird, and I'm floating away
maybe in a dream you sleep next to me
talking about broken glass and tragedy.
like a virgin underweight
stripping down to caution tape
im a magic being, I'm okay.
I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay.
I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay.
im a swearing sweating sun
contemplating what I've done
after letting men melt away.
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