๐๐ก๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ ยท ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ค๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง
๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ยท ๐๐ก๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐
๐ผ๐ก๐๐ช๐ข ยท ๐ผ ๐พ๐ก๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐ฃ๐ ยท ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ค๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง
Oh step this way and I'll show you how well yesterday
The tides have spread away well I got the law
You got this all you want aw you bitch
Coming to you nowโbaby,โyouโwon't loose
Well haveโyou learned Iโknow that you got that
Aw play the game the sea is hot as hell
Oh in my eye I can't see it's for you and that's for me
Coming to you now, baby
'It is proportion that beautifies everything, the whole universe consists of it, and music is measured by it.' - Orlando Gibbons
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง ยท ๐ผ๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ก๐
๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ยท ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง
๐ผ๐ก๐๐ช๐ข ยท ๐ฝ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ
๐ฝ๐๐ฃ๐ ยท ๐ผ๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ก๐
[Verse 1]
From the manor a cutting whisper
Rising vapors through clocks of gold
Gilding fire unchain the demons
With undercurrents far too strong to hold
[Pre-Chorus]
The sun burned out today
And fools are dancing in the rain
Scarred by the acid stain
And on the shelf a jar that holds my brain
[Verse 2]
Nightfall hunts us all from the shadows
Cynical beauty now lights the halls
Before the flicker there was only blackness
The end is coming and all my friends are dead
[Chorus]
The sun burned out today
And fools are dancing in the rain
Scarred by the acid stain
And on the shelf a jar that holds my brain
Gripped by an empty world
Suffer the crushing weight
Madness will crawl inside
Alter the sober state
They're feeding all the voices in my head
[Breakdown]
(Slowly we're bled)
(Slowly we're bled)
(Slowly we're bled)
(Slowly we're bled)
(Slowly we're bled)
[Verse 3]
The Labyrinth hedges return to soil
Mother's weeping will go unheard
The dove that once flew here through the mazes
Had seen the darkness and chose to take its life
[Pre-Chorus]
The sun burned out today
And fools are dancing in the rain
Scarred by the acid stain
And on the shelf a jar that holds my brain
Gripped by an empty world
Suffer the crushing weight
Madness will crawl inside
Alter the sober state
They're feeding on the voices in my head
They're feeding on the voices in my head
They're feeding on the voices in my head
They're feeding on the voices in my head
'When I hear music as a fan, I see fields. I see landscapes. I close my eyes and see an entire universe that that music and the voice, or the narrative, create. A music video-and any other kind of visual reference-is created by someone else.' -Michael Stipe