Why can't we let our mouths devour each other?
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Why can't we turn those miles into inches,
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letters into breath, years into seconds?
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(We always said we'd return to the candy coated jungle.)
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Why can't we let our mouths devour each other?
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we always said that we would return
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to see what kind of orchird our heart seeds grew.
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I know where the canaries go.
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I know where the crows go.
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So pick up the fucking phone baby.
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I wrote you a letter just the other day my friend, It said
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"tonight my body lays crucified across the carcus that our love grew.
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Tonight black feathers float from the sky like it's raining lies.
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Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire,
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choking on the broken digits of a dial tone.
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(Tonight telephone booths and trucks gawk
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as my ribcage snaps and snarls like a venus fly trap.)
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Where did our hearts go?
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Where did our hearts go?
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Where did the crows go? x3
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Whoa Whoa
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Our mouths are limp mouths.
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We said we'd return for our petrified hearts
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put our name to the parchment made a pact in the dark.
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Guaze gagged beaks may pump
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and beat but sealed inside are secrets screaming to speak,
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(So open up your chest and let the birds free.
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So meet me under the deserted desert tree.
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We'll eat sand crumpets and drink cactus tea,
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well pretend this dirt is sea.)
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We ate the white from the wedding,
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ate the sheets from the bedding,
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ate the smiles off our children,
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ate the leather off our birth skin.
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Have we wasted our whole lives
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sucking candy coated bullets from the chemical gun?
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Every car that passes on this crooked highway bears your face on it's grill.
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Every headlight casts your shadow onto my open hear vigil.
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I know where the canaries go.
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I know where the crows go.
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They go into fucking skeletons.
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I Know Where The Canaries And Crows Go
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The Blood Brothers |