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My spirit never lost its charm
If my spirit stays or goes so soon it depends on
If I'm here in an absent way
Subtle as the interstate
Don't put your hands up
Absolute day time
Absolute day light
Absolutely, alright
Like I'd know
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There is material within my body that we can use to build a fire
We can place what's left of me against the curb and watch the gutters blow my mind
You can't shake your history if you try to trace the seam in the cloth
Will this silk-like apathy still be here when my youth wears off?
As much as sand - all that surrounds is sticking to your skin, spreading in your palms,
Thick as emotion.
Give me a place and time
I'll bring a commotion
worth any appetite.
I know the message, read it in the parts soon as the whole expired
I still rely on meaning but I'll figure it out as soon as I underline what gets me inspired.
And all that she can have is worth her soft skin but I'm biased to one point of view
We can ask around but I heard they saw it hiding with the pain you choose.
And it's thick as emotion that I've never seen,
Guess I took myself too seriously
while I watched it ignite so curiously -
Though it all feels like deja vu, still, what does it mean
when you get quiet if we talk about love?
Honey don't lie, not now.
From the bottom.
I had a dream and there was nothing in it but images that emitted strange sounds,
and when I woke I went straight to my window, watched the busy street that shakes my house.
Anything that comes I need it.
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It is not what I swore it all could be, like Cola,
simple, and the taste of dry air, and
I should stop guessing while asleep but right now I'm
feeling oh so right.
And sworn by observations so concrete
like who I am
or how I felt -
the pale skin or the loss of sight.
Homeless or an idea set free,
like Cola,
just lie and take the life.
When I was born I thought about the air. When I was afraid I thought about the air. And how
He lost it, he knows its gone,
at the length of a long time.
But it's something about the dark that makes me feel charmed, it's a promise unto no one else.
The curious wave that is now just a cage and the arrogance of wanting them to feel that it's
So, so, so holy.
Do not make your body so tense in the water -
Like I said, you'll be fine, like I said you'll be fine,
like I said you'll be fine.
I've held my face with both my hands and let it take its shape.
It's something in the way you said, shifting from beneath the stairs, acting like I know its wrong but it seems all so right.
As if I had it to lose.
As if I had it back again - you'll be fine. Like I said.
It just seems soaked and serene, its figure lost.
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Unholy
05:39
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If it will, or if it won't.
Complications let me know.
Raise it high, claim it truth.
There is no one here to lose -
have you seen this all before?
It's not news.
Forming habits, forced to choose.
Sleep until you can find something better for your time.
If a sound was your sea vulcan action sets you free.
Drench the soil with your knees,
boring nightmares stop your need.
Back then I knew it well - it hardly came before my own digestion of what shade chooses to ignore.
And how I spent my time moving like a stream (oh how those days ran dry),
content with being calm I hardly even heard how the pages cried.
I'm learning that I should know
that it didn't even matter anyway
and all you have now
is how often you claim your own
beneath the weight of the process that seems
that seems
so difficult.
An apology to the past,
and it didn't even matter anyway,
and all you have now is an apartment you can't call home
and boxes of things that you will give away on street corners.
But back when you always
knew what you had to do
honesty in all ideas you'd choose
Better than the spring
better in the night
better wrong than right
better here than in a dream.
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