Lyrics:
out of bounds
Out to a place where the noises of light
Make a distant tiny sound
When out come the stars
Pinholes of light
In a moth eaten blankets
Time also erodes and frays the fabric of us began to fade
Moth-eaten we're stood in this always place, as it fell into the sea
Your change in tone my
Drifting out of bounds
Out to a place where the noises of light
Make a distant tiny sound
When out come the stars
Pinholes of light in a moth eaten
You're the one for me you said
With all the love in our heads
Well we're just a little moth-eaten
And I know you're the one pulling strings
You say you
True beauty
It lies with understanding
So be honest with me
Be honest with yourself
I'll be waiting
Moth-eaten rationales
Forbids surrender
moth-eaten suit from so long ago
And in the left breast pocket there is a flask
And it's contents have two specific tasks
To make your memory go away
And give
blood
Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Flea-bitten? Moth eaten?
We suck young blood
We suck young blood
of
Evidence that you've left?
Won't boomerang back in your face
To your moth-eaten brain by meth
Like the wolf that does not howl
Concealed and ready to attack
family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservations
A moth
family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservations
A moth
the name that she chose
As Tennessee wandered in moth-eaten robes
Oh, I am calling the moon
Calling the moon
Oh I'm calling the moon
Oh, make sense
if they can
Mostly a master of none
Come try the coffee, it's burnt
He type a chapter it sucks
Top of the moth-eaten world
Pick a one horse town,
will come!
c clean prayer from an unclean tongue,
there is no life here - only different ways to die,
moth-eaten vows of hollow pride,
skin for skin,
It may be my imagination
And of course I'm prone to exaggeration
But in the moth eaten gloom of my shabby room I saw the strangest manifestation
It may be my imagination
And of course I'm prone to exaggeration
But in the moth eaten gloom of my shabby room I saw the strangest manifestation
from everything
Far from misanthropes
Let's go surfing, babe
Tonight, from a room only Dickens could love
Wearing moth-eaten sweaters and gloves
We
And when I look out my window
What do I see
The old grinder selling
Sawdust balls with a moth-eaten parrot
And he plays
Watch the children play
It's time to come beyond the grave
Hot off the fire enslaved
Stick to your guns, there's no disgrace
Moth-eaten rules are out of place
And what I
Genuflection, erection in church.
Sacristy cloth, moth-eaten shroud.
Secret silence, sacred secrets
Accumulate dust, aggravate the eye.
Moth-eaten eyes observe a world of trivial meaning.
They watch without a word.
Tidal of death, anguish, and sedition.
All of this without disease.
shore
Am I safe in your harbor anymore?
Old man by the window wearing moth-eaten tweed
Sheds a tear in the shadow, I think I know what he needs
Lake
a spirit, the picture of a real life page.
On était modernes, nous...
On était modernes, nous...
On était modernes
Old jackets moth-eaten in the wardrobe
Into our lungs, and solidifying our blood
Choking on a reckless gasp of air
Smothering the flame that once brought us to grave with a moth eaten cloak
The shadow-double of my heart that beats almost in time
Is moth-eaten and oft-forgot and barely even mine
It holds the ghost of love once felt,
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