My brown eyes two pools of mud
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Resting in two dark moons they turn the tide into a flood
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And the bloodshot lines in the whites map every A road in this town,
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All the glare of the city lights, every cul-de-sac we've talked down.
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Over time they build up the city, and our arguments show it all,
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Every ring road, every motorway, displayed in crease and wrinkle
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Until my face is a map you have folded up on hundred, one thousand times
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You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse
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And what goes on in-between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts
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Your blue eyes are like the deepest and the warmest seas
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As the salt elevates my body, they float my heart up past my teeth
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And with the water and the Cypriot sun, would you psoriasis bleach and be
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Gone?
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Would it fix the pallor of my skin? Would my freckles all meld into one?
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Your body above me, sobbing down, my cheeks wet from your tears
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They extinguish each of the burning thread veins, flow down to my ears
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Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs that overfed the wedded canals
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You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse
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And what goes on in-between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts
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And life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by far
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Between my waterfalls and your land-tides, there's cartography in every
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Scar
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Life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by far
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Because it starts pretty rough ends up even worse
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And what goes on in-between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts X 4
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Life Is A Long Time
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| Los Campesinos! |
