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lyrics
Up in your fortress I
Close all the
Venetian blinds
And I pretend I can't see them.
Those streets are bright
With fire
Heaven is reduced to an
Inky mire,
All full of heat and smoke
And the cries of children.
The glass shudders
With the rocks they hurl,
And you play with
Ganymede's curls
And turn your face to the statue.
I doubt you remember her name
I wish I could say the same
Let him ride his chariot
Til he blinds us both
I hear things are still pretty good
On the west coast.
They're as fair as spring and I
Linger on with the dusty sky
And turn my fleshless hands
In the sunlight.
I stand on the balcony now
I'm losing part of me, now
I think I'd like to run and
Maybe join them.
Trapped up in your restless sky,
I wait until I catch his eye
And he puts the cup down
And he says he's sorry.
But those streets are bright with fire
The big tree burns like a funeral pyre
And I wish just for a moment
I was burning.
Babehoven returns with another record of indie folk songs about love, connection, and the fragility of human relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024