Song | Through Empty Vessels |
Artist | The Republic Of Wolves |
Album | No Matter How Narrow |
I’ve been clearing the air | |
Of every connection that we had lost | |
A Criminal thought | |
That you paid so much room to multiple | |
And left you to soak | |
In conversations with a door | |
You could not close | |
And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
I have been opening mail addressed to the man I use to be | |
But a sick old voice retreats from my lips each time I speak | |
What a practical joke | |
But you let it have you | |
Didn’t that prove my point | |
And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
Was it enough for you | |
The vessel they poured you into | |
Was all the damage done | |
Out in the saffron field | |
You were so aggravated | |
Missing your chance to make your mark | |
So you tore apart | |
Which you had left inside your chest | |
But if you regret taking that step | |
You haven’t yet | |
So I threw it all back | |
The love that I didn’t yet deserve | |
It wringing us out | |
As though it was suffering through everything that I’ve done | |
But it’s over my head | |
How everything washes up again | |
I’ve spent most of life ruling things out | |
Sinking my teeth into your every bit of doubt | |
If I was coming clean | |
Would it reach you from what I seen | |
It was all true | |
So much left to grieve | |
Couldn’t hurt you to leave it be | |
Just for one day | |
Just to see straight |
I' ve been clearing the air | |
Of every connection that we had lost | |
A Criminal thought | |
That you paid so much room to multiple | |
And left you to soak | |
In conversations with a door | |
You could not close | |
And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
I have been opening mail addressed to the man I use to be | |
But a sick old voice retreats from my lips each time I speak | |
What a practical joke | |
But you let it have you | |
Didn' t that prove my point | |
And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
Was it enough for you | |
The vessel they poured you into | |
Was all the damage done | |
Out in the saffron field | |
You were so aggravated | |
Missing your chance to make your mark | |
So you tore apart | |
Which you had left inside your chest | |
But if you regret taking that step | |
You haven' t yet | |
So I threw it all back | |
The love that I didn' t yet deserve | |
It wringing us out | |
As though it was suffering through everything that I' ve done | |
But it' s over my head | |
How everything washes up again | |
I' ve spent most of life ruling things out | |
Sinking my teeth into your every bit of doubt | |
If I was coming clean | |
Would it reach you from what I seen | |
It was all true | |
So much left to grieve | |
Couldn' t hurt you to leave it be | |
Just for one day | |
Just to see straight |