Time & the Sun

The asphalt pulled itself back like arms with their own conviction
Now watch as I harvest grand pianos out of your shoulder blades
(What a disaster)
Distract me from the world ending around me
(What a sweet disaster)
How do we get out of here?
Take me through this
I’m slipping through the words
Distract me from the world ending around me
Look around, they’re just faces passing by
There’s no wonder why, there’s no wonder why
You left yourself on the edge
You left yourself on the edge
And I don’t remember where you’re from, but I can hear you pressing against my
pen from the other side of the page
I’ll leave you a song, a guillotine, and a curtain call
I’ll keep my feet down, I said lifting off, but I’m just a fucking whore
I’m a hand of god tied for the devil on a black top hat
Come back
Take me through this
I’m slipping through the words
Distract me from the world ending around me
Leave, don’t leave yourself on the edge
Take me through this
I’m slipping through the words
Distract me from the world ending around me
You left yourself on the edge
You left yourself
You left yourself on the edge
You left yourself
(On the edge, let me go)
What a disaster
What a sweet disaster
What a disaster