After The Sirens piosenki

You are what I've wanted at the closest, at the furthest away. When I was bound by compass marks, You engaged me in the tallest grass with the tines of a savage wreath. (Oh, my savagery, my savagery!) And in the convalescence, after my heart was flayed, divo...

She keeps looking up and says, "The sky is assembling an army." I hold her closer and push her hair out of her face. "There's nothing to fear unless they start shooting." And I remember why this cold was worth your kisses. "Don't you think it's a pretty night...

One more rainy day serenade and i tend to fall apart when the summer shatters recklessly into masterpieces and melodies about the day she broke his heart into a million missing pieces... Well so much for the sunset, I tell myself the clouds would not be here...

My fingers are white like whispers and the lips that consume them are flames for lack of better things to set on fire. My knees are red like rumors from this gossip with the floor. I haven't moved in half an hour. Spirit come down, show us your power! Spirit...

We haven't talked in a while. I stare out the window, mile after mile. You said I live in denial... Well so what if I cry like a child? I still melt in the wake of your smile, but you've been gone for a while. Sometimes I close my eyes and drive with the win...

Welcome to the last time that You can buy my answer with less than a question. I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren't so preoccupied with taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap New Year’s wine that we call Your blood. And You c...

I thought of writing you a song in a tired repetition of the words I meant to sing you all along but never did. I have some great appreciation for lunar tides and roses and my heart always intends to beat for you but rarely does. Well, here are fingers that...

When I wake up on fire and get caught in the sheets, my dreams of safety hit the floor. I've heard the air raid too many times before to be bothered by the bombs. And you ask me why I'm holding on to what you're holding over my head. Well I am lost in the sp...

I meant to see you one more time in that white dress splashed with brine from the northern coast where we learned our lessons the first time. A line assigned to paper, maybe lines under the eyes. We meant to write each other, but it never quite worked out rig...

Show me a light that doesn't go out when the people tire of tending it, when they go to sleep content. Show me gold that we can wear on the inside of our wrists so it can't be taken while we sleep. Where is the light that doesn't cauterize our eyes? Cause we...

I can't be expected to hold this up. You're spinning tops and when they drop, am I responsible? Is what you're telling me? Well I'll give my money if they ask me, but I won't give my clean body. The least of these is not the least of my worries. I'm sorry, b...

And even after we all collapse in laughter and all the perfume passes from hands to tapered glasses, we're still stuck in suits and dresses -- loosened ties and glassy eyes and I don't think we'll move again till fall. Through nervous chattering I'm wondering...

I'm tired of seeing you boxed up in cardboard and army fatigue, threadbare in 20 degrees. And I'll be walking around you so lightly, hoping that you won't disturb me from making my retreat, from making my retreat. A long time ago, we paved our cities over bon...

Come home! I am so temporary, tell me I can sing to You with my mouth so full of blood. I am so fragile, tell me I can run to You when I can hardly stand on my own. And how long will You ransom me? I always steal myself. How long will you ransom me? Meet me...

I've been tearing at this gauze over my eyes and clanging cymbals till I couldn't hear your screaming anymore. I used to speak in the tongues of angels, all I ever say now is goodbye. And I'll set myself on fire as a beacon through the shadow that my life ha...

How vaguely we eschew complicity with You, it's always run-arounds, excuses and words we bind to nooses just to sullenly let swing the best of arbitrary things, like, do we care about the poor? Oh yes, but we support the king. And we're starving for the slaug...

"Carry me when my legs give out," he says. We did not expect this bramble, this thick of thorns. You always see us running to anywhere but where we're meant to, the belly of the sea. Breathing in the womb, the surrogate mouth of divinity. And we're scraping ou...

I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited dispassionate and quiet around you. And when I am old, when the skin under my eyes stretches to wrap around the things I've seen, what will it mean that I didn't take a chance on you? Didn’t get lost in a glance...

Throw open the floodgates, we want to feel Your love! But haven't I been waiting? Haven't I been getting up from falling dreams and slipping on the frozen streams I build my towers on? Haven't I been praying for these moments where You pick me up and throw me...

I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited. Channeling our ghosts and calling it habit and you wouldn't have it, so we spent four months learning to sift sea salt through a sieve and tracking our eyes open, our eyes open wide.