Twisting aimlessly, without direction.
From faltered limbs, at a slow but painful rush.
A lovely porcelain perfection.
What a shame such a velvet must be crushed.
Tonight, I'll drown in your deep blue eyes.
Tonight, I'll drown in y our sea of lies.
Tomorrow, I'll hate you for contorting my heart.
But tonight, my surmise is the only thing that keeps me afloat.
She twists her words, like unprogressing poetry.
Her lips and sounds she makes, don't seem to agree.
All I hear is lies, such a delicate banshee.
But, I can't give up on her, for the life of me.
Freshly cleaned curtains drawn to pour light onto dirty walls.
She sings in her sleep, but the tune she carries is of awful things.
And suicide is no longer an option,
Only because we always kill ourselves too late.
She twists her words, like unprogressing poetry.
Her lips and sounds she makes, don't seem to agree.
All I hear is lies, such a delicate banshee.
But I can't give up on her for the life of me.
You're the kind of beautiful that ends badly.
But if you strangle a flower, it just spreads its seeds.
She twists her words, unprogressing poetry.
But I can't give up on her for the life of me.
Oh, contortionist.
Twisting my heart will suffice,
As she bends over backwards to tell me,
"I was the queen of paradise."
credits
from Winter,
released January 7, 2015
Instrumental by: Jon Mills
Lyrics by: Jon Mills
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