Song | More Flophouse Blues |
Artist | Holy Sons |
Album | My Only Warm Coals |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It's late and light bulbs dim | |
A million eyes await arise | |
And I can't lift myself into that hole | |
My presence hovers above | |
The gutter waits below | |
This ghost needs conduction and I feel you deep and low | |
So I turn my eyes to you | |
For the Service you provide | |
You bring me into my body better than anyone alive | |
I could be anything | |
But I am enslaved | |
I could go anywhere | |
But see I like it this way | |
Don't strangle the ones you love | |
It may come back to haunt someday |