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Sexton Under Glass
by Christians & Lions
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I’ve got this f-f-frozen virus in my blood
Like my words are the warmest I could ever touch
I’ll limp west with the sun
And sleep the days under wide-eyed illusion
That beacon has seen me sleeping
Knows the ruse; the rouge, the spill that pools
To pull at my shoes and leave me to stand
Forever free, forever dead
Please stay alive
I can’t beg again with a back that’s bad as your eyes
Please stay alive
'Cause I can’t ask again with a tongue that’s worse than my...
Worse than my pride, oh!
Oh Angels, keep the windows open wide as English bathtubs
Running through miss Annie’s head
The one she cradled in CO
I know I shouldn’t talk so low of high life
When I’ve got no frame of reference
All the ones I found were broken with pictures torn out
And strewn asunder
Under summers laced with tracer fire
Copper pieces, fishing wire-oh!
Rolled in the covers
Above tumblers filled with vacation
Empty, it reeks of self-deprecation
Please stay alive
'Cause I can't beg again with a back that's bad as your...
As your... as my eyes
Please stay alive
'Cause I can't ask again with a tongue that's worse than my...
Please stay alive
I can't beg again with a back that's bad as your eyes
Please stay alive
I can't ask again with a tongue that's worse than my pride
Please stay alive
'Cause I can't beg again
I can't beg again
I’ve got this f-f-frozen virus in my blood
Like my words are the warmest I could ever touch
I’ll limp west with the sun
And sleep the days under wide-eyed illusion
That beacon has seen me sleeping
Knows the ruse; the rouge, the spill that pools
To pull at my shoes and leave me to stand
Forever free, forever dead
Please stay alive
I can’t beg again with a back that’s bad as your eyes
Please stay alive
'Cause I can’t ask again with a tongue that’s worse than my...
Worse than my pride, oh!
Oh Angels, keep the windows open wide as English bathtubs
Running through miss Annie’s head
The one she cradled in CO
I know I shouldn’t talk so low of high life
When I’ve got no frame of reference
All the ones I found were broken with pictures torn out
And strewn asunder
Under summers laced with tracer fire
Copper pieces, fishing wire-oh!
Rolled in the covers
Above tumblers filled with vacation
Empty, it reeks of self-deprecation
Please stay alive
'Cause I can't beg again with a back that's bad as your...
As your... as my eyes
Please stay alive
'Cause I can't ask again with a tongue that's worse than my...
Please stay alive
I can't beg again with a back that's bad as your eyes
Please stay alive
I can't ask again with a tongue that's worse than my pride
Please stay alive
'Cause I can't beg again
I can't beg again
