Ceramic lights, is this television, is this first ideas Laughter hangs from spindled towers, perception makes it real And blankets devour, autumn stretches, on a hill up high Say don't you wait for me to give up on my side
Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines There's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high Oh, good god
Insides lit up with constellations, reflect teeming eyes And all the sounds for newborn ears, fresh, noisy and alive No don't you wait for me, no don't you wait, no don't you wait for me No, you can't burn what is already on fire
Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines There's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high Oh, good god
If there's a softness left then it's down deep Sleeping in the mines And to get to it would stir the sticking fits From where they now reside
The smallness is the comfort between us But experience makes us mean And I know I know, I know, I know This is where the woods will take you
Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines There's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high Oh, good god
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