Warehouse - Audrey Horne lyrics

Between what is and what ought to be Mercury is a radiograph and Always waiting A match It strikes to burn The preface to the end The shortest route is the only route What strange ground this is Between what is and what ought to be Mercury is a radiograph and always waiting What are you sound Where are you going now Like the hard of life I'm burning burning Like the prefix and the suffix There is a before and an after And it is not here nor there Between what is and what ought to be Mercury in a thermometer And something's always aching What are you sound And where are you going now Like the hard line of life I'm sitting waiting You found the glyph and And I ran with it and Stasis is an exit Is an exit Is a sliding into place Or two bells that Chime in tune