Me and my good friend been forest hopping through the night,
city slipping freaks with handle-bar back city bikes,
and I can't stop 'til I'm all alone -- so call me on your secret telephone.
Passing through the tv stations in the borderland,
came across a clearing with dirty pockets in our hands,
and I can't stop 'til I'm all alone -- so call me on your secret telephone.
The witching hour of suburban nightlights fade away,
and in our sleep tonight the clouds will cast a dimmer grey,
and the sky is just an empty ceiling,
circus heads go 'round and reeling,
hold me as I lose my feelings and you and me, we'll
share our bones sometime.
And I had a dream about a girl who cut her hair,
in sepia photographs I just had to stop and state.
In the mist of the afternoon, the barber's girl fell into a swoon.
The circus men couldn't see... that I would lay into golden streams with you.
When we die, we come above,
you said you wanted to be loved,
well I will never be the same in the morning after, back to my old home,
where the sky is just an empty ceiling,
circus heads go 'round and reeling,
hold me as I lose my feelings and you and me, we'll
share our bones sometime,
sky is just an empty ceiling,
circus heads go 'round and reeling,
hold my insides out from falling and you and me, we'll
share our bones sometime.
credits
from Gloomlord EP,
released February 9, 2014
written & performed by Indian Twin
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