Song | Spineless Crow |
Artist | Hands Like Houses |
Album | Ground Dweller |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in. | |
Construction, creation, we are architects and kings, | |
Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory, | |
As we’re tangled in our sleep. | |
We were young together, but | |
I’ve grown ancient. | |
Cracked and weathered and filled with regret, | |
Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep. | |
The realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease, | |
A blight inside of me. | |
Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers, | |
What was familiar becomes unfamiliar. | |
Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold. | |
Bring me back to something | |
I know for sure. | |
Locked away, a dream-dweller pale from hiding with secrets | |
Deeper than daylight dares to seek. | |
Come out, emerge! | |
Hands to our eyes, overexposed for all we are. | |
Lay me down in a den of dreamers, | |
Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers. | |
Doubt is a plague. | |
We’ll never be safe here again. | |
When all their eyes are tied to me, just carry the conversation please. | |
We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities and homes. | |
Architects tangled up in our sleep. | |
Wake up. |
Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in. | |
Construction, creation, we are architects and kings, | |
Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory, | |
As we' re tangled in our sleep. | |
We were young together, but | |
I' ve grown ancient. | |
Cracked and weathered and filled with regret, | |
Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep. | |
The realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease, | |
A blight inside of me. | |
Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers, | |
What was familiar becomes unfamiliar. | |
Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold. | |
Bring me back to something | |
I know for sure. | |
Locked away, a dreamdweller pale from hiding with secrets | |
Deeper than daylight dares to seek. | |
Come out, emerge! | |
Hands to our eyes, overexposed for all we are. | |
Lay me down in a den of dreamers, | |
Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers. | |
Doubt is a plague. | |
We' ll never be safe here again. | |
When all their eyes are tied to me, just carry the conversation please. | |
We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities and homes. | |
Architects tangled up in our sleep. | |
Wake up. |
Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in. | |
Construction, creation, we are architects and kings, | |
Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory, | |
As we' re tangled in our sleep. | |
We were young together, but | |
I' ve grown ancient. | |
Cracked and weathered and filled with regret, | |
Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep. | |
The realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease, | |
A blight inside of me. | |
Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers, | |
What was familiar becomes unfamiliar. | |
Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold. | |
Bring me back to something | |
I know for sure. | |
Locked away, a dreamdweller pale from hiding with secrets | |
Deeper than daylight dares to seek. | |
Come out, emerge! | |
Hands to our eyes, overexposed for all we are. | |
Lay me down in a den of dreamers, | |
Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers. | |
Doubt is a plague. | |
We' ll never be safe here again. | |
When all their eyes are tied to me, just carry the conversation please. | |
We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities and homes. | |
Architects tangled up in our sleep. | |
Wake up. |