Recorded live on January 21st at Pound Sound Studios.
lyrics
Details don't make the facts clear but they don't take away from the canvas in my mind. I'm just standing too close. I can see every stroke. The way the brush lands hard on the line, fades out at the end.
Feet dipped in paint, I dance in circles with my shadow on the wood floor of my first apartment, I point out every flaw in my feet work. Forever staining the trees under my feet, now I don't want to leave. These walls should have contained me to dancing in secrecy.
Feet dipped in paint I'll wander and mark everywhere I have been. This world, my canvas, my existence is stained on her skin. I won't make any mistakes by standing in one place, but I'm all about the chase and I don't know if I can keep pace.
Forget everything I know, just go with the flow and write down anything I don't understand to help me comprehend.
Your words in my ears, your voice, it's like honey on my throat.
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