Song | Hospice Gates |
Artist | Lower Dens |
Album | Twin-Hand Movement |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
On the hill adorned in dew, | |
I miss seeing you through your den of verse. | |
In the clinic stall they've confined me to. | |
Loose the noose I wear and I'll run away with you. | |
All riled, | |
Night's young, | |
I lunge, | |
Gutted on hospice gates. | |
Into these rooms, | |
Your bawdy verses boom. | |
"If you don't know me now, | |
You'll know me soon." | |
All riled, | |
Night's young, | |
I lunge, | |
Gutted on hospice gates |