Closer
Title | Closer |
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Artist | Augustine Esterhammer-Fic |
Album | Nothing is Hidden |
Release Date | 2014-02-19 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Now he's here And now he's gone Evaporated from a skin that once bled into impressions of tobacco sinking heavy in the skin of the wall And they all got drunk and told the story of the time he cut himself upon the sharp, red edge of a rake But did they know it then as he was bleeding that he saw through them, and what he wanted to say: "Will I die unfelt And then become unfeeling?" And what are these words, these tools We used to bridgе the gap A gap left when thе periodic table takes a look at itself through the eyes of something fated to end As if song you knew were leaking out of a car, in some dream I watched myself detached from afar Where I let myself be pulled down to the grass and worms around and called out my greatest fear: Will I die unfelt And then become unfeeling? ...and the sun's pouring out like she always has And the atoms that make me Will go on without me Down all the streets I'd bike past when as a child the summers were fleeting Where strangers would forget my shape as the light would dim When they were like films to me and I was always a ghost to them Who'd see a picture tracing just how all the muscles move; See the channels of marrow And see it watching its shadow From the sun pouring out like she always had From the atoms that made me That went on without me To form things more wholly...You might also like |