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Thin Places
by Saint Idiot
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You can come along
But you can only land
If you promise to
Burn the boat that you sailed in on
See, where that forest
Tightens to the skin
There in that scribble
We seceded
And drew a circle
Around our feral kingdom
Watched over by the stinging nettle
In an old, mushroomed-over log
The buried treasure
Playboys and Lucky Strikes
And a pair of my father's shoes
That only ever fit me
Only so, only so
I stuffed them in there once
I guess it wasn't very rational
Like animals
Dragging their traps
We tried to never look back
We let nothing in
But joie de vivre
Freshwater shipwrecks
By nightfall bubbled to the surface of our skin
So we touched one another
With the fondness we were due
They used to say that pain is gain
But any pain?
Sure, any pain
Really, any pain?
Only so, only so
So I reach into the nettles
Having idled
At the bottom of my breath
The dreaded moment of contact
Time to take a deep breath
I'm gonna let myself look
Look at what's behind me
I'm going back to all the places that I've cried
I'm going back to all the places that I've cried
I'm going back to all the places that I've cried
You said, no one expects to be
Welcome at the doors of pain
Yet at that purifying flame
You said no one expects you
To walk right through them again and again
It's enough to give the pain a name
And just be there with yourself
And just be there with yourself
So let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
The story only ever fit
Only so, only so, only so
You can come along
But you can only land
If you promise to
Burn the boat that you sailed in on
See, where that forest
Tightens to the skin
There in that scribble
We seceded
And drew a circle
Around our feral kingdom
Watched over by the stinging nettle
In an old, mushroomed-over log
The buried treasure
Playboys and Lucky Strikes
And a pair of my father's shoes
That only ever fit me
Only so, only so
I stuffed them in there once
I guess it wasn't very rational
Like animals
Dragging their traps
We tried to never look back
We let nothing in
But joie de vivre
Freshwater shipwrecks
By nightfall bubbled to the surface of our skin
So we touched one another
With the fondness we were due
They used to say that pain is gain
But any pain?
Sure, any pain
Really, any pain?
Only so, only so
So I reach into the nettles
Having idled
At the bottom of my breath
The dreaded moment of contact
Time to take a deep breath
I'm gonna let myself look
Look at what's behind me
I'm going back to all the places that I've cried
I'm going back to all the places that I've cried
I'm going back to all the places that I've cried
You said, no one expects to be
Welcome at the doors of pain
Yet at that purifying flame
You said no one expects you
To walk right through them again and again
It's enough to give the pain a name
And just be there with yourself
And just be there with yourself
So let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
The story only ever fit
Only so, only so, only so
