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lyrics

Overwhelmed and underfed
Dry your tears to show you’re not upset
Tell yourself it’s as good as it gets
Ignore the marks appearing in your legs

I love it when you’re sprawled across the bed
And your fingers they linger on pale bits of flesh
The cracks in your lips are filled up with the sips
From the bottle you throttle the neck of

I’d sing so happily to your bones
Though I know it’s your heart that must feel alone
And it’s cold, it’s the winter that comes in the spring
And I’ll bring you the beautiful things of the night

The trees the wave at me
When I walk past the cemetery
And I loathe the dead in my head
Cause I’ll never quite know if I’d rather be with them instead

Of drinking alone with your voice as the drone
While I stumble back home
The ceiling here’s not as clearly defined
As the whites of your eyes

I’d sing so happily to your bones
Though I know it’s your heart that must feel alone
And it’s cold, it’s the winter that comes in the spring
And I’ll bring you the beautiful things of the night

And I’d break your thumb and be done with all of this
Bastards with broken fists
Chew on cigars while crossing their arms
Defensively, while I think pensively

I’m not quite how the fence became door
And the splinters no longer hindered or rot
We’re sardines in poppies impossibly brought together
And whether you’d like it or not

I’d sing so happily to your bones
Though I know it’s your heart that must feel alone
And it’s cold, it’s the winter that comes in the spring
And I’ll bring you the beautiful things of the night

You’ll call, but there’s no words left here at all
And I’ll fall, until under the blankets we both writhe and crawl
And they’ll call, but there’s none of you here at all
And appalled I’d pour the liquor, but who has the gall?

Chorus:
I’d sing so happily to your bones
Though I know it’s your heart that must feel alone
And it’s cold, it’s the winter that comes in the spring
And I’ll bring you the beautiful things of the night

And I’ll bring you the beautiful things of the night
And I’ll sing until all your bones break just right
And I’ll linger here until the morning light

And I’ll bring you the beautiful things of the night

credits

from Take Long My Lighthouse Cowboy [Demos], released June 23, 2018

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