Eyewash

Eyewash Lyrics

Song	Eyewash
Artist	Subtle
Album	A New White
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	作曲 : Dalrymple, Dowers, Drucker ...
	My bathroom remains the only place I'm ever naked
	Smashing soap into my hands each morning,
	the shower throat all belching there behind me, bloated with my shedded skin. Good riddance
	One son restroom away, my blinds clench up on the California sun,
	setting fire to the dust and possibly day pull on my apartment and I
	A genuine fear as to where all this sleeping leads has got you thinking thin about what you would and wouldn't do to survive
	You would not dig for a fresh wet wishbone in a still kicking chicken chest
	You would not dissolve small slices of unraveled arm under your tongue
	You'd maybe kill the power to your hand, but that's about it
	Really, you know
	The razor for your face cannot cut kids from your male animal abdomen
	You were not born the moment your stomach was finished
	Your one wing plucked eyes half filled
	And wild yolk like so sliced into a since
	So I ask you,
	have you ever really had a hand fall off?
	or found your mailman in your home,
	eating one of your new poems, holding a knife to your bills
	Half swallow the scream, you can't cut,
	and still keep all the juice in that half opened up arm
	By tightening the ropes of your digital watch
	You will grow no ghost to leave this angst to
	And this no ghost will wear no locket for the safe keeping of your fear
	To dangle like a heart
	So it may forever hear the gulping throats
	of all your sloping drops of blood
	Like this was something beautiful,
	when compared to your red skeleton
	You've asked nicely for your arm back
	Except
	And everytime the sun leaves you alone on a far curve of the planet,
	you think you can feel the whole slung six pounds of cartoon heart
	And all its iron tugging drugs towards it

	zuo qu : Dalrymple, Dowers, Drucker ...
	My bathroom remains the only place I' m ever naked
	Smashing soap into my hands each morning,
	the shower throat all belching there behind me, bloated with my shedded skin. Good riddance
	One son restroom away, my blinds clench up on the California sun,
	setting fire to the dust and possibly day pull on my apartment and I
	A genuine fear as to where all this sleeping leads has got you thinking thin about what you would and wouldn' t do to survive
	You would not dig for a fresh wet wishbone in a still kicking chicken chest
	You would not dissolve small slices of unraveled arm under your tongue
	You' d maybe kill the power to your hand, but that' s about it
	Really, you know
	The razor for your face cannot cut kids from your male animal abdomen
	You were not born the moment your stomach was finished
	Your one wing plucked eyes half filled
	And wild yolk like so sliced into a since
	So I ask you,
	have you ever really had a hand fall off?
	or found your mailman in your home,
	eating one of your new poems, holding a knife to your bills
	Half swallow the scream, you can' t cut,
	and still keep all the juice in that half opened up arm
	By tightening the ropes of your digital watch
	You will grow no ghost to leave this angst to
	And this no ghost will wear no locket for the safe keeping of your fear
	To dangle like a heart
	So it may forever hear the gulping throats
	of all your sloping drops of blood
	Like this was something beautiful,
	when compared to your red skeleton
	You' ve asked nicely for your arm back
	Except
	And everytime the sun leaves you alone on a far curve of the planet,
	you think you can feel the whole slung six pounds of cartoon heart
	And all its iron tugging drugs towards it

	zuò qǔ : Dalrymple, Dowers, Drucker ...
	My bathroom remains the only place I' m ever naked
	Smashing soap into my hands each morning,
	the shower throat all belching there behind me, bloated with my shedded skin. Good riddance
	One son restroom away, my blinds clench up on the California sun,
	setting fire to the dust and possibly day pull on my apartment and I
	A genuine fear as to where all this sleeping leads has got you thinking thin about what you would and wouldn' t do to survive
	You would not dig for a fresh wet wishbone in a still kicking chicken chest
	You would not dissolve small slices of unraveled arm under your tongue
	You' d maybe kill the power to your hand, but that' s about it
	Really, you know
	The razor for your face cannot cut kids from your male animal abdomen
	You were not born the moment your stomach was finished
	Your one wing plucked eyes half filled
	And wild yolk like so sliced into a since
	So I ask you,
	have you ever really had a hand fall off?
	or found your mailman in your home,
	eating one of your new poems, holding a knife to your bills
	Half swallow the scream, you can' t cut,
	and still keep all the juice in that half opened up arm
	By tightening the ropes of your digital watch
	You will grow no ghost to leave this angst to
	And this no ghost will wear no locket for the safe keeping of your fear
	To dangle like a heart
	So it may forever hear the gulping throats
	of all your sloping drops of blood
	Like this was something beautiful,
	when compared to your red skeleton
	You' ve asked nicely for your arm back
	Except
	And everytime the sun leaves you alone on a far curve of the planet,
	you think you can feel the whole slung six pounds of cartoon heart
	And all its iron tugging drugs towards it

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