La Dispute - The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit lyrics

After sundown, before sleeping I am the worst of me I am a mess of these Old themes and the murmur of half-dreams Whisper seductively And stage scenes, it's Fear fiction, these visions Caught somewhere between delusion and prophesy What I haven't done What I've wanted to And what I fear you have Becomes reality here Bright lights in the young night Keep to the beat A cla**ic party scene Crowded and interesting No love, no life, no history Just touch, just chemistry, just A roaring undercurrent Simple and sensory Young bodies, warm skin Perfect symmetry and It's a moment Harmless; it's energy It's like medicine It's self-discovery, see All the secrets I keep Why are they secrets? It's only temporary That fleeting feeling of warmth Just a flash before the line gets blurry Between a longing for more Than what the body wants now and What the body wants now more than anything? Was it integrity That kept my hands to myself Or just the thought of getting Too far ahead of you? Was it that I got too tired of the consequence? Or was I just scared? I only know I never wanted to get left behind No pauses, not a second guess First a swaying, then a stumble, then a swagger They're just movements Towards feeling It doesn't matter, neither hesitates to carry on A kind of energy, sweat and block out everything to Find every aperture and compel the animal parts Fan flames, taste fruit, taste bitter fruit Just trying to learn how all the wires in the body work Just trying to feel it out, it's like medicine Find the healing in whatever bed they end up in I want to feel it out I want to know how it works I want to know if it was worth it to worry About the ghosts I feared Would haunt the memory About the damage that I'm sure the fear has done to me now I want to know what it is In me that won't follow through Those nights the instinct Takes a hold of me and pushes too Maybe it's only that I've never gotten over you Or am I still scared? I see the church steps A vision Is there fiction in this one too? It's true I've made a tale of it here Still it's a little unclear Who's been haunting who And time can Be such a funny thing Always moving to the future Glorifying the past And amplifying the pain In frames of gla** So was our touch half as sacred as I've made it seem Or just another fabrication of a half-dream? Just those chemicals, the adolescent love Just us trying to grasp onto meaning Onto a purpose Onto a sense that Something spiritual releases when the feeling hits And when the feeling hits And in that moment, sparks and harps play out A sweeping melody through fog and fantasy And in that moment there's an honesty instinctive and pure But it departs like it came Rapid and bearing no more Than fleeting ecstasy of natural harmony They fear the notes being played And try to sing along Don't be ashamed, be free to the feeling Don't be ashamed, keep feeling But find it, a body that makes sense I've felt it