Chorus Grant - Lives





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Published on May 15, 2019


Video by Jakob Steen - http://jakobsteen.com

*** LYRICS ***

Dull as a butter knife
Leaving a mark on the door over night
Losing our old lives
Ritual lamb how I need your advice

I don’t know what it is you do
The closed off part of me needs the closed part of you

Tiny flame in a lantern of paper
One flew over one fell into the yard
Don’t wanna sleep don’t wanna dream of it either
Tiny flame licked the face of the doll

Dull as a butter knife
Trying to cut through the skin of the hind
Left to my own vice
Slaying a thought as I lay by your side
Now I don’t know what it is you do
The closed off part of me needs the closed part of you

But I don’t know if that’s enough 
If that’s enough for us
Other people losing touch with what once meant so much
Nothing left to discuss
In between love and lust
In between dawn and dusk
All that once meant so much
I’m only sure of us
I miss when we were treading water

I’m not finding it out as I go
I’m going if you’re finding out
There are deserts in the ocean too
Still I can barely see the waking light on me
For what you want and what you need I’m treading water


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