Pinback - Autumn Of The Seraphs lyrics
Nothing left, feel alright, I think Iâll play it down. Pretty little strain, I can take a bus to school, you can tag a stride, your ride And youâre here and you're alive, and youâre the untapped memory of another life And youâre huge as the sky and you're dropping satellites I canât think of your face without cracking the bones in my hands I canât breath through your lies and I think Iâm off script again Want your bones, want your face Another time, another place If your hands tell your bones Bring it down, spill all over⦠spill all over Well it seems that those survived 'till the end of the wave Spit blood like a true general woman, wipe it on your sleeve Come see with us that page and the blocking clouds your face Itâs the monster at the end of the book, the battle at the panic of your dream Who won that round? Who won that round? Spill all over, spill all over