Palehorse - Five Grown Men (Holding Hands And Staring At The Ocean) lyrics

Light shines through Holes from the staples The slits in your hips Drool and albumen Holiday Inn Wedding reception I have never Felt so cold Red brick powder Torn nylons Eucalyptus leaves Rattling like bones We were cutting nails We were cutting nails and you're cutting our thoat The trials of a wife The trials of a wife at the edge of the woods In a 12 x 12 Yourself to blame All bets are off Your dear dog is dead It's about time Mountains folded Across and beneath Your beaten brow I'm drowning here And you're describing the water There is no humour in heaven We've all lost! Holy Christ! What a thought! There is no crumb of comfort And as a youth I used to weep in butcher's shops With limp arms and verdigris Sallow cheek absurdity f** this open wound Spattering on your chest So, did you think it right To heave open God's eyes? They are blind! Our hung clothes are a dead version of us And our hung clothes, they are a dead version of us Aversion of us Our hung clothes are a dead version of us Let's fall down the stairs together Broken nails and bloodshot eyes So he's glued to the bed, immovable eyes Gripping the hand, dependable wife He said: "I'm not afraid of d**h my darling, I'm not afraid of d**h. I'm afraid I'm terrified of life" A stampede of bad will Broken nails and bloodshot eyes "I'm not afraid of d**h my darling, I'm terrified - I'm terrified of life" Sunscreen and alabaster Cattle skulls and cheap cigars Let's fall down the stairs together Glued to the bed, immovable eyes Gripping the hand, dependable wife He said: "I'm not afraid of d**h my darling, my dearest. My darling I'm terrified. I'm terrified of life" "Brave tales have I. They're brave tales of life" Glued to the bed, immovable eyes Gripping the hand, dependable wife I've said our hung clothes Are a dead version of us He's glued to the bed Immovable eyes Gripping the hand, dependable wife "I'm terrified. I'm terrified of life"