The Inkwell
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โฑ๏ธ 3:25 duration
๐ ID: 12344006
๐ Lyrics
The deepest hue of blue ink is coursing through my arteries
Submerged deep in me, submerged deep in me
Sliding its way across the potholes in the driveway,
the cracks on my lips and through my fingertips
Onto age-old paper held together with little more than a purpose
And in the space of a basement that time had long forgotten
If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
It's that the black bile drowning me will serve a great plan
Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
That you've strung into the index of my brain
So spill.
If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
If there's one thing I know, if there's one thing I know
An atlas has carved its history in my eyelids
And branded its name in my dreams.
The searing red burns into my thoughts
And picks to death the things I never wanted to see
I never wanted
Failure, as it seems needs to be seen to believe
Pray this deep blue ink will spell it out for me
Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
That you've strung into the index of my brain
I watch them drip across and make the etches tangible
Hold my hand, keep me warm.
Submerged deep in me, submerged deep in me
Sliding its way across the potholes in the driveway,
the cracks on my lips and through my fingertips
Onto age-old paper held together with little more than a purpose
And in the space of a basement that time had long forgotten
If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
It's that the black bile drowning me will serve a great plan
Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
That you've strung into the index of my brain
So spill.
If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
If there's one thing I know, if there's one thing I know
An atlas has carved its history in my eyelids
And branded its name in my dreams.
The searing red burns into my thoughts
And picks to death the things I never wanted to see
I never wanted
Failure, as it seems needs to be seen to believe
Pray this deep blue ink will spell it out for me
Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
That you've strung into the index of my brain
I watch them drip across and make the etches tangible
Hold my hand, keep me warm.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.09] The deepest hue of blue ink is coursing through my arteries
[00:15.64] Submerged deep in me, submerged deep in me
[00:20.58] Sliding its way across the potholes in the driveway,
[00:25.12] the cracks on my lips and through my fingertips
[00:30.75] Onto age-old paper held together with little more than a purpose
[00:35.66] And in the space of a basement that time had long forgotten
[00:44.05]
[00:51.31] If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
[00:55.95] It's that the black bile drowning me will serve a great plan
[01:03.25] Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
[01:12.13] That you've strung into the index of my brain
[01:23.18] So spill.
[01:26.50]
[01:34.24] If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
[01:39.39] If there's one thing I know, if there's one thing I know
[01:43.52] An atlas has carved its history in my eyelids
[01:49.84] And branded its name in my dreams.
[01:54.48] The searing red burns into my thoughts
[01:59.45] And picks to death the things I never wanted to see
[02:06.55]
[02:11.93] I never wanted
[02:14.53] Failure, as it seems needs to be seen to believe
[02:19.48] Pray this deep blue ink will spell it out for me
[02:26.66] Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
[02:35.45] That you've strung into the index of my brain
[02:46.97] I watch them drip across and make the etches tangible
[02:55.72] Hold my hand, keep me warm.
[03:04.31]
[00:15.64] Submerged deep in me, submerged deep in me
[00:20.58] Sliding its way across the potholes in the driveway,
[00:25.12] the cracks on my lips and through my fingertips
[00:30.75] Onto age-old paper held together with little more than a purpose
[00:35.66] And in the space of a basement that time had long forgotten
[00:44.05]
[00:51.31] If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
[00:55.95] It's that the black bile drowning me will serve a great plan
[01:03.25] Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
[01:12.13] That you've strung into the index of my brain
[01:23.18] So spill.
[01:26.50]
[01:34.24] If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
[01:39.39] If there's one thing I know, if there's one thing I know
[01:43.52] An atlas has carved its history in my eyelids
[01:49.84] And branded its name in my dreams.
[01:54.48] The searing red burns into my thoughts
[01:59.45] And picks to death the things I never wanted to see
[02:06.55]
[02:11.93] I never wanted
[02:14.53] Failure, as it seems needs to be seen to believe
[02:19.48] Pray this deep blue ink will spell it out for me
[02:26.66] Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
[02:35.45] That you've strung into the index of my brain
[02:46.97] I watch them drip across and make the etches tangible
[02:55.72] Hold my hand, keep me warm.
[03:04.31]