Oh, you know, back in Pauli Santos
in my broken home, that's where I left my mother dying
on the phone, now everybody's asking me 'bout Rehoboam,
and where he left his Gibson's ashes
Oh no, I'm waiting for control
The fold,
you cut all of your wingbirds
put them in grave holes
where you go they're surely dying
Oh no, I'm waiting for control
'cos now she's got to
taking my eyes out now
I'm an effigy, so distant in my virtues
leaves me so behind now
I'm a prodigy, so let down in my youth
but I won't die here
let it go, you drift away to leave us now, now that's all we know
when summer ends the ground gets cold and clouds with snow,
eyes glaze over limbs they lock around dead bone
I've never met a glacial nature
Oh no, I'm waiting for control
The fold, my body spills wide open, it pours out for you
these hollow trees in which we hide
Oh no, I'm waiting for control
'cos now she's got to
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