Born Gold - Sky Bicycle lyrics

been asleep now for four days curled under the snowbanks and stained by the night's mouth the grim spin of cherubs writhing where the air is thin I'll be heaven's red hatchet because all boundaries were born to be erased so breathe in and set it on fire what good's a cure merely implied just breathe in and set it on fire believe in this frenzy of mine tonight, my trembling tomb your stone calves barely move so be my eyeless compa** I don't want to have limbs writhing where the air is thin so be heaven's softcut gla** preserved in the palaces of worlds we made but never inhabited