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Fine Fur Coat
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Sometimes he creeps in,
In a joke or a wayward grin,
And I see who you've been,
Who you've been.
You think that you've buried him,
But all you do is carry him home to me
Beneath the layers,
Making me another player
In your cover up.
But I want to know
About the flesh and bone under your fine fur coat
It's not even cold outside.
Beads of sweat
Build their nest
Upon your brow.
Buttons burst
Terror chirps
To keep him down.
You think that you've buried him,
But all you do is carry him constantly.
I want to know
The secrets that you stow under your fine fur coat
It's not even cold outside.
How many second skins
Have you lived in
Trying to keep your ghost from plain sight?
When you're touching me
I don't want to be
A place to hide.
It's scary, but I think it's time to~
Let me take your arms from round your chest,
Start to coax the collar from your neck.
No shame when we're both undressed.
I want to know about the flesh and bone under your fine fur coat.
I want to know the secrets that you stow under your fine fur coat.
I want to know
The secrets that you stow under your fine fur coat
It's not even cold outside
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February
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Red string in the empty trees
I wound it up and slowly got it pumping.
Its owner stopped and stared at me,
We both breathed steam and terror.
It's dangerous to tamper with dead passion.
The numb don't easily ignite.
Across the forest floor,
I watched him dim the light.
Even up close,
Even up close,
Even up close we're still speaking in smoke signs.
Smoke Signs.
A warning carried on the wind,
Is it from him?
I lie in wait.
His message is unclear,
But I don't dare ask him to repeat.
I am listening for the first cry of spring,
Then I'll start burning.
Smoke Signs.
Smoke Signs.
Smoke Signs.
Smoke Signs.
We don't need this world of gray to keep us strangers
Love has a way of helping me forget I only know his name:
February.
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Mountain
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When the frost first came,
We didn't speak it's name,
Because we didn't want to give it any power.
But it got so cold that the snow filled the soles of our shoes.
Treading on ice
And some of us fell through.
And the bodies trapped beneath the glass
Made us feel so powerless
That we started telling stories.
Oh, this mountain grows,
I swear I saw it breathing.
We built it with the tales we told.
Yeah, we gave it a life of it's own.
We dipped our hands inside the sadness
And searched for words to keep us warm.
Though better days were long behind us,
Many a neck broke looking back for more.
We thought we'd ease the pain with someone to blame,
But the fables fell upon us like an avalanche.
Fairytales can transform,
To a peak with teeth and horns
That swallows up the sun.
And, oh, how we followed blindly,
Fell hard for our own story.
Oh, this mountain grows,
I swear I saw it breathing.
We built it with the tales we told.
Yeah, we gave it a life of it's own.
The worst villains spring from our mouths,
We give them our fear and rarely our doubts.
The worst villains spring from our mouths,
We give them our fear and rarely our doubts.
We forget that we made them.
We forget that we made them.
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Female-Fronted Heavy Indie Rock from Boston, Massachusetts.
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