Black and White (7-Inch Version)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:05 duration
๐ ID: 3843684
๐ Lyrics
Nothing makes my heart so wild as being
In possession of a potent night
Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
Shedding and discarding my hide
But the bold strokes crack so quickly
And it's often that I wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
Hanging to my bones as they dry
How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
When I see in only black and white?
There's a sinful sort of side of being
So contained, a bit like being lost
Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
When there is no hair on my head?
Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
Tell me, where then do I go instead?
When atonement comes in distant waves
I might wait until the next to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
Staring through the back of my face
Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my dollars to remain a member
Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
Have I already forgotten how?
In possession of a potent night
Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
Shedding and discarding my hide
But the bold strokes crack so quickly
And it's often that I wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
Hanging to my bones as they dry
How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
When I see in only black and white?
There's a sinful sort of side of being
So contained, a bit like being lost
Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
When there is no hair on my head?
Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
Tell me, where then do I go instead?
When atonement comes in distant waves
I might wait until the next to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
Staring through the back of my face
Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my dollars to remain a member
Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
Have I already forgotten how?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:32.51] Nothing makes my heart so wild as being
[00:34.28] In possession of a potent night
[00:37.93] Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
[00:40.63] Shedding and discarding my hide
[00:42.43] But the bold strokes crack so quickly
[00:45.18] And it's often that I wonder why
[00:48.75] Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
[00:51.49] Hanging to my bones as they dry
[00:53.24] How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
[00:58.69] When I see in only black and white?
[01:09.57] There's a sinful sort of side of being
[01:12.29] So contained, a bit like being lost
[01:15.89] Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
[01:17.60] Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
[01:20.33] Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
[01:25.77] How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
[01:28.46] When there is no hair on my head?
[01:31.16] Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
[01:36.61] Tell me, where then do I go instead?
[02:24.44] When atonement comes in distant waves
[02:27.13] I might wait until the next to break
[02:29.87] Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
[02:32.51] Staring through the back of my face
[02:34.35] Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
[02:40.68] Spending all my dollars to remain a member
[02:43.43] Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
[02:45.29] Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
[02:50.65] Have I already forgotten how?
[03:02.36]
[00:34.28] In possession of a potent night
[00:37.93] Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
[00:40.63] Shedding and discarding my hide
[00:42.43] But the bold strokes crack so quickly
[00:45.18] And it's often that I wonder why
[00:48.75] Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
[00:51.49] Hanging to my bones as they dry
[00:53.24] How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
[00:58.69] When I see in only black and white?
[01:09.57] There's a sinful sort of side of being
[01:12.29] So contained, a bit like being lost
[01:15.89] Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
[01:17.60] Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
[01:20.33] Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
[01:25.77] How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
[01:28.46] When there is no hair on my head?
[01:31.16] Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
[01:36.61] Tell me, where then do I go instead?
[02:24.44] When atonement comes in distant waves
[02:27.13] I might wait until the next to break
[02:29.87] Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
[02:32.51] Staring through the back of my face
[02:34.35] Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
[02:40.68] Spending all my dollars to remain a member
[02:43.43] Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
[02:45.29] Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
[02:50.65] Have I already forgotten how?
[03:02.36]