The Slant
๐ต 1108 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:36 duration
๐ ID: 3527183
๐ Lyrics
The slant
A building settling around me
My figure, female, framed crookedly
In the threshold of the room
Door scraping floorboards with every opening
Carving a rough history of bedroom scenes
The plot hard to follow
The text obscured in the folds of sheets
Slowly gathering the stains of seasons spent lying there
Red and brown
Like leaves fallen
The colors of an eternal cycle
Fading with the wash cycle
And the rinse cycle
Again, an unfamiliar smell
Like my name misspelled or misspoken
A cycle broken
The sound of them strong
Stalking, talking about their prey
Like the way hammer meets nail
Pounding, they say
Pounding out the rhythms of attraction
Like a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon
Like there was something more they wanted
Than the journey
Like it was owed to them
Steel-toed they walk
And I'm wondering why this fear of men
Maybe it's because I'm hungry
And like a baby I'm dependent on them to feed me
I am a work in progress
Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of questions
Rhythms that never come clean
And strengths that you still haven't seen
A building settling around me
My figure, female, framed crookedly
In the threshold of the room
Door scraping floorboards with every opening
Carving a rough history of bedroom scenes
The plot hard to follow
The text obscured in the folds of sheets
Slowly gathering the stains of seasons spent lying there
Red and brown
Like leaves fallen
The colors of an eternal cycle
Fading with the wash cycle
And the rinse cycle
Again, an unfamiliar smell
Like my name misspelled or misspoken
A cycle broken
The sound of them strong
Stalking, talking about their prey
Like the way hammer meets nail
Pounding, they say
Pounding out the rhythms of attraction
Like a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon
Like there was something more they wanted
Than the journey
Like it was owed to them
Steel-toed they walk
And I'm wondering why this fear of men
Maybe it's because I'm hungry
And like a baby I'm dependent on them to feed me
I am a work in progress
Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of questions
Rhythms that never come clean
And strengths that you still haven't seen
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.16] The slant
[00:02.38] A building settling around me
[00:04.63] My figure, female, framed crookedly
[00:07.75] In the threshold of the room
[00:09.95] Door scraping floorboards with every opening
[00:13.60] Carving a rough history of bedroom scenes
[00:17.10] The plot hard to follow
[00:18.94] The text obscured in the folds of sheets
[00:22.15] Slowly gathering the stains of seasons spent lying there
[00:27.05] Red and brown
[00:28.45] Like leaves fallen
[00:29.55] The colors of an eternal cycle
[00:32.14] Fading with the wash cycle
[00:35.10] And the rinse cycle
[00:37.48] Again, an unfamiliar smell
[00:40.24] Like my name misspelled or misspoken
[00:44.20] A cycle broken
[00:47.35] The sound of them strong
[00:49.93] Stalking, talking about their prey
[00:52.30] Like the way hammer meets nail
[00:54.34] Pounding, they say
[00:56.12] Pounding out the rhythms of attraction
[00:58.24] Like a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon
[01:00.75] Like there was something more they wanted
[01:03.35] Than the journey
[01:04.20] Like it was owed to them
[01:06.38] Steel-toed they walk
[01:07.90] And I'm wondering why this fear of men
[01:12.00] Maybe it's because I'm hungry
[01:14.41] And like a baby I'm dependent on them to feed me
[01:17.64] I am a work in progress
[01:20.10] Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
[01:23.33] Offering me intricate patterns of questions
[01:26.82] Rhythms that never come clean
[01:30.05] And strengths that you still haven't seen
[01:33.61]
[00:02.38] A building settling around me
[00:04.63] My figure, female, framed crookedly
[00:07.75] In the threshold of the room
[00:09.95] Door scraping floorboards with every opening
[00:13.60] Carving a rough history of bedroom scenes
[00:17.10] The plot hard to follow
[00:18.94] The text obscured in the folds of sheets
[00:22.15] Slowly gathering the stains of seasons spent lying there
[00:27.05] Red and brown
[00:28.45] Like leaves fallen
[00:29.55] The colors of an eternal cycle
[00:32.14] Fading with the wash cycle
[00:35.10] And the rinse cycle
[00:37.48] Again, an unfamiliar smell
[00:40.24] Like my name misspelled or misspoken
[00:44.20] A cycle broken
[00:47.35] The sound of them strong
[00:49.93] Stalking, talking about their prey
[00:52.30] Like the way hammer meets nail
[00:54.34] Pounding, they say
[00:56.12] Pounding out the rhythms of attraction
[00:58.24] Like a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon
[01:00.75] Like there was something more they wanted
[01:03.35] Than the journey
[01:04.20] Like it was owed to them
[01:06.38] Steel-toed they walk
[01:07.90] And I'm wondering why this fear of men
[01:12.00] Maybe it's because I'm hungry
[01:14.41] And like a baby I'm dependent on them to feed me
[01:17.64] I am a work in progress
[01:20.10] Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
[01:23.33] Offering me intricate patterns of questions
[01:26.82] Rhythms that never come clean
[01:30.05] And strengths that you still haven't seen
[01:33.61]