Frontier Ruckus - The Upper Room lyrics

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Frontier Ruckus - The Upper Room lyrics

Bad insulation forms The sad creation of One-heavy-eight-foot-long icicle And there unridden sleeps The frost-bitten frame of Our sunken-in tandem bicycle With an endless art for recycling breakfast And an after-school comfort Unimaginable Two costume earrings and One matching necklace And two black eyes Undeniable Two soiled halves of One folded mattress An island on ice Nice and pliable There on the floor There are two bodies tangled By the price of Becoming unpryable But they're liable to be Kicking around a small blow-up globe Of the world that is see-through and Inflatable Still holding breath from your last abode Where we filled it with air Untranslatable The thick-carpet-world where the Streetlamps explode In the spring At the dawn With the smiling tears Breaking the night as the morning flowed Through my slight overbite And your dialing ears Piling the ways The planks and the rails of the L lifted up and Across Wabash Like a balcony And the city's light returns with its k**s and it Fills up my eyes With its Falconry And I felt very bad you know 'Cause you'd never been to Chicago And you'd been bugging me And then you turn and you see me go To Chicago with some Other company It's gonna be the way But our upper room was so insulated that No holy fire coulda smoked us out Touching the wounds my fingers penetrated And they brushed and they hushed and they Poked about Three bobby pins on one bedside table While three soft lamps often blasted out On two shut-ins in one bulging cradle Inflated within while there without A wilderness did grow So blow up a room and Saran-wrap the windows In the winter To make sure It never leaks Become entombed in each other's shadows That rattle and shift With the wall and weeks Two slanted ceilings and Twelve suffocations Waiting on hot tongues But it rarely speaks Despite one white candle And night invocations Bones and a bed frame That moans and creeks I see two parents in one sleeping visage Beneath two soft tufts of swerving brows Did you sense the burning? Well that was my message A marking to come build a room somehow A burning breathing room