Beth Jeans Houghton & The Hooves Of Destiny - Atlas lyrics

You walked through her door, and into her senses And swepted under carpets, in your search for sleep I see I see amore, when looking through lenses Cry 'Blind for creation!' like you're blind for me Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me Red wine and whiskey are no good for me Disecting the atlas for places we've been Your list is longer but you've got more years on me A token to dispense, we take it all in doubles Weeping on concrete, then stealing away You opened up her mouth, and let out all her secrets Assumed her disordered in her thirst to stray Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me Red wine and whiskey are no good for me Disecting the atlas for places we've been Your list is longer but you've got more years on me "And these black berries stain your hands and your lips Sup on their dimension in the gut of our summer trips So pray, sleep sweet, and sharpen your teeth And escape from this body your soul is impounded beneath" Abort the nochelance, and clap for your culture Your tanned hide exerting, the sum of your parts The bridges will advance, devout of their structure Armour the estuaries that plow through your heart Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me Red wine and whiskey are no good for me Disecting the atlas for places we've been Your list is longer but you've got more years on me