Frontier Ruckus - Abigail lyrics

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Frontier Ruckus - Abigail lyrics

Abigail, the shore is frozen Our tar trails have been bulldozin' down Your sharpened frown Once had me possessed Do you recall the crippled summer? Your fam'ly all was in deep slumber And oh how I loved their ways When Leland's haze still lingered On my shadow Your brother he didn't have to die Your mother she didn't have to cry Your father didn't have to ask why Summer was on your chest As your eyes glow All our d**tore lawns blew cool so fast The mill was never built to last The tort'rous thrill of sweating gra** Is this town's only sorrowed Trampled blanket And if I was branded to your foyer Through pa**ing carpenters and lawyers Agrarians and God's own soldiers I would never make it Do you still dream of dangerous hotels Wrapped in glares and daffodil smells With your barefeet buried in weeds? I still dream of snarled backyards And being chased through nighttime's discards Where my fence reddens, rusts, and bleeds And the curbs are haunted by the k**ers Of memories of your back pillars Where nothing wakens as it seems All our rooms are hopeful mornings Left like tombs when nights are swarming And branching feathers fan our dreams And your star was the saddest symbol Flickered with your mother's thimble Pitiful and sunsoaked soggy Beautiful inside the muggy Ashamed of our bodies in the stream Ah but Spring's dumbed voice is just like yours And if I had a choice I'd do my chores And my work would dumbfound The restlessness found in you And no one else could understand the truth Of the soil burning back to youth It's just something that we found But now it all thaws damp around you And the streets are dry and bare, but they're humming The rooftops where the air stops coming down To listen for the sound Of the tests that surround you Abigail I said, "Abigal the shore is frozen!" Our tar trails, they're all bulldozen now Your bygone sounds are cidada-bound They're so shrilling, and night-smoke tarry You should spill them into the starry They are children, and no one's sorry