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In the lovers' domain
Like a dream too wide for the brain
I can but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff
And strain
Take pity
On a boy deployed in your sandpaper-palmed infinity
I beg you, take the time to mine good ore from me
I beg you, lay you down on me
Etch it on my psyche
Employed my body nightly
I bizarrely find some poise, find some poise
Naked in a poorly lit priory
Take pity
Shook by your cautious broad-stroke battery
And if I am out of bloom and lack your rain
I beg you, lay it down on me
Make grace
Lost in your sandpaper-palmed infinity
I can but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff
And plead
And if I am out of bloom and lack your grace
I beg you, rain it down on me
- Álbum:
- Ocean Death (EP)
- Obsidian
- Cerulean
- Pop Music/False B-Sides
- Spex CD #109
- Cerulean (Bonus Track Version)
- The Nothing
- The Nothing / Nightly, Daily (Bonus Track Version)
- The Nothing / Nightly, Daily
- Pop Music / False B-Sides
- Ocean Death
- Yeoman
- Romaplasm
- Extrasolar
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