Bearings by Clemens
The cables winding down, the wires strung from frame to frame
It's such a quiet sound, the postcard-perfect distance we've made
We're swinging from the rafters, my love
We swing while the audience awaits
They're severing body from blood and we swing, we swing
After life, after all the music fades and slowly dies
My love is alive in the fire, underwater
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are dead
We've been lost for it all, but I'll get my bearings back
We're on fire for our fiction
Summer in your hips, the pull of bottles and broken waves
We could just live like this, forever in debt to the memories we make
I will wait for you in the forest by the bay
I will wait for you in the parting waves
After life, after all the music fades and slowly dies
My love is alive in the fire, underwater
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are dead
We've been lost for it all, but I'll get my bearings back
Will you shine your light on me
Because I'm always....
We're on fire for our fiction
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...i just ate your head...
...i just ate your head...
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[[Falling are our Fleeing Feet]]
[[Falling are our Fleeing Feet]]