Bite my lip in the bed like a painting
For the one who could only sustain me
Gold paint, wax, honey forget all those boys
And the sand stretches out for miles
Keep that secret, we meet behind neon signs
And you feel like electric thought
I’m gonna burn you into me
Seems so dark
Just the two of us
Gravel beneath our feet
Feel the pull
When I get up to grab the receiver
There’s nothing there, just the sound of breathing
Don’t waste words, I know what you want
We’ll be together in silence
Soft winds by the western climate
And watch the way it plays with your hair
The sand stretches out for miles
Keep that secret, we meet just like missing time
And you feel like electric thought
I’m gonna burn you into me
Fading light of another day
Bury those remains
I feel the pull
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Love those quiet intertwined guitars echoed by the brittle voice harmonies. Thoughtful and intricate. The sort of music that rewards repeated listening. Dave Underwood
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