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Marty Willson-Piper - Winter Splinter Bay lyrics
Golden inch a pinch of dust The desert sinks like deserts must A shelf of moon a bag of skies In serpent dips the seconds fly Peril holds your upset day And paints the darkness back to grey Dip my fingers in the stars Princes greet the eastern shahs Belts that hold a windy past Your hips regret the tour cant last Palace gardens melt to milk And servants swim in seas of silk Help is jewels on ivory staffs And watch them roll down secret paths Lace can talk in worlds like this Windows think that branches kiss Sorrows grow if sails are low But gusts of wind make sorrow go Leaning towers cup their sway Fall to foundations locked away Ill fall asleep inside her hair Organ grinders pause to live Piano notes exist to give Black and orange fruits begin A race they all intend to win The bottom rung is still the top The ladder though is just a prop Pour me sea into my hand The salt will stay and theres the land Paper filled by swirling thoughts Where ships are sleeping in porridge ports Be here turn your mouth to me Let me sing til I agree A pond reflects, a knight denies A shudder in the earth replies A costly stare results in blood Your fragile gun swims in the mud A coat of silver draped in dreams A million maps run through the seams Taste is blue when light is bad But silently youre not that bad Ill fall asleep inside her hair Curtains drawn on real views The mountain sits and valleys lose Underneath a bankrupt stone A yellow lizard remembers home On this shrill and gristle day The button holes closed up and fray The hope is glowing on a s |
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