Monuments
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lyrics
I wish to leave no trace,
no code tied to string,
in schoolrooms still and dark
that caught us.
We sink into the soil
and float above the sea.
Forget the history
that brought us.
Tear open your memory, and
let the light pour out
on to the screen you placed
in empty rooms and in the clouds.
Splice in what you wish you said, and
lock the picture, burn the footage up.
I wanna steal away,
distorted by the day
that stole and wore my face
and my name.
I wish that I could say
there's comfort in your wake,
no pride when I decay,
no monuments.
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Single file,
wiping the slate clean, while
all of the chalk dust clouds
get caught in my lungs.
You're saving a verse for a melody,
repeating the words to yourself,
as you clench your chest
and pray that distraction comes faster than help.
I'm pulling the shards from my tongue again.
You spent the night chewing your sleeve,
now you're so choked up
it seems like it hurts you whenever you breathe.
I heard you speaking several languages.
You said you learned them from me,
so I used my thumbs to
pry out messages I couldn't read.
Use the hand you're good with,
and you'll be just fine...
no code tied to string,
in schoolrooms still and dark
that caught us.
We sink into the soil
and float above the sea.
Forget the history
that brought us.
Tear open your memory, and
let the light pour out
on to the screen you placed
in empty rooms and in the clouds.
Splice in what you wish you said, and
lock the picture, burn the footage up.
I wanna steal away,
distorted by the day
that stole and wore my face
and my name.
I wish that I could say
there's comfort in your wake,
no pride when I decay,
no monuments.
////////////////////////////////////////////////
Single file,
wiping the slate clean, while
all of the chalk dust clouds
get caught in my lungs.
You're saving a verse for a melody,
repeating the words to yourself,
as you clench your chest
and pray that distraction comes faster than help.
I'm pulling the shards from my tongue again.
You spent the night chewing your sleeve,
now you're so choked up
it seems like it hurts you whenever you breathe.
I heard you speaking several languages.
You said you learned them from me,
so I used my thumbs to
pry out messages I couldn't read.
Use the hand you're good with,
and you'll be just fine...
credits
from Viewing,
track released April 2, 2020
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Stay Inside New York
bryn, vishnu, chris, chris
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