
Human Blues Songtext
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So poor moon,
With a cursed hand I rent my days,
Lost in the woods,
The curls and throats I never made.
Blackened boughs and starlight shivering,
Cobalt blues to crown my little home.
Head for shore,
Got whins to raze, got clouds to spoil.
You stopped staring skywards years ago.
I stank of madness in your cities,
Sleeping foes and towers in my way.
The clamber starts -
The push and pull, the marking out with hearts in mouths,
Those precious traits you're holding fast,
You keep on holding fast.
For crow-miles I roll.
With a cursed hand I rent my days,
Lost in the woods,
The curls and throats I never made.
Blackened boughs and starlight shivering,
Cobalt blues to crown my little home.
Head for shore,
Got whins to raze, got clouds to spoil.
You stopped staring skywards years ago.
I stank of madness in your cities,
Sleeping foes and towers in my way.
The clamber starts -
The push and pull, the marking out with hearts in mouths,
Those precious traits you're holding fast,
You keep on holding fast.
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