She said hold the weight upon your back
Count the films, let them stack
Find the layers that you lack
And add them up
Wear your stigmata like your scars
Embrace the strange and bizarre
The things that make you who you are
Not what you were
Forgot the things in that car you wrecked
Bleed new blood, paint it black
Play the saddest chords you know
Play them soft and play them slow
Sing your melodies in your lowest tone
Forget what they mean
Take your drink and take your drugs
Remember how it feels to fall in love
Let the notion wash away in the flood
Each coming spring
Build a raft of tinsel and tar
Flow into that cold sullen reservoir
These colors are nice and the rain is warm
But winter is coming along with the storms
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
She said hold the weight upon your back
Count the films, let them stack
Find the layers that you lack
And add them up
Wear your stigmata like your scars
Embrace the strange and bizarre
The things that make you who you are
Not what you were
Forgot the things in that car you wrecked
Bleed new blood, paint it black
Play the saddest chords you know
Play them soft and play them slow
Sing your melodies in your lowest tone
Forget what they mean
Take your drink and take your drugs
Remember how it feels to fall in love
Let the notion wash away in the flood
Each coming spring
Build a raft of tinsel and tar
Flow into that cold sullen reservoir
These colors are nice and the rain is warm
But winter is coming along with the storms
