05-11-2013, 12:16 PM
Suburbia's silver nights sways low a hill-roof vine
A hole in the sky, a hole in the spirit of the climb
In daylight sink this vow will not, dot plain be me, an astronaut
Oh moon may this ghost make mist oh jungle oh moon
The spirit bleeds blue drops blending a fading dew spring
Make blisters of vacuum palms, vacant fairs, and vacant cares
Vile monsters and vile mares, make weeping waves wonder where
Nay sickly dorming, say not the theme, it is the sound of animals mourning
I do see the ground, I do see the town, I do see violets, but I hear the sound
Its haunting every time, lay this time a placid pond
Gentle air, winter stares, its calling thorns so bare
Here swims no leach lick, come crimson thorns in vice grip
Still air leave me, drown this vow will not, dot plain be me, an astronaut
28 days, 6 hours, 42 minuets, 12 seconds, that is when the world will end
Lay the echoes through the vine, skyward incline is the hole through time
Over roof-lines, over valleys, rain red rivers past passage pines
Sky scrape sky steep, loom drape dye, lowly lasting wonder lie
Lay less or more, damp thorn chore lay not day, day stay with sycamore
Across everything, across something, across galaxies, across nothing
Astronaut, oh astronaut, glide me drift your wings or not
Say not awaken formula, never need caring nothing, crucify by nebula
Sky scrape space steep, loom drape dye, lowly lasting wonder lie
A hole in the sky, a hole in the spirit of the climb
In daylight sink this vow will not, dot plain be me, an astronaut
Oh moon may this ghost make mist oh jungle oh moon
The spirit bleeds blue drops blending a fading dew spring
Make blisters of vacuum palms, vacant fairs, and vacant cares
Vile monsters and vile mares, make weeping waves wonder where
Nay sickly dorming, say not the theme, it is the sound of animals mourning
I do see the ground, I do see the town, I do see violets, but I hear the sound
Its haunting every time, lay this time a placid pond
Gentle air, winter stares, its calling thorns so bare
Here swims no leach lick, come crimson thorns in vice grip
Still air leave me, drown this vow will not, dot plain be me, an astronaut
28 days, 6 hours, 42 minuets, 12 seconds, that is when the world will end
Lay the echoes through the vine, skyward incline is the hole through time
Over roof-lines, over valleys, rain red rivers past passage pines
Sky scrape sky steep, loom drape dye, lowly lasting wonder lie
Lay less or more, damp thorn chore lay not day, day stay with sycamore
Across everything, across something, across galaxies, across nothing
Astronaut, oh astronaut, glide me drift your wings or not
Say not awaken formula, never need caring nothing, crucify by nebula
Sky scrape space steep, loom drape dye, lowly lasting wonder lie