With eyes and ears fixed on the momentary
We spun our yarn toward the cemetery
Inside the words potentiality
It seeped its way into the concrete
No Place!
Feel the tear in the canvas
The fruits of this garden have vanished
A life spent shifting the balance
People defined in their absence
Merrily, merrily!
I burnt the candle at home
And now it's all gone
You started having all those accidents
Last place I saw you was an ambulance
Your wounds, I couldn't count the half of them
Are we the Devil or just accidents?
No Place!
Feel the tear in the canvas
The fruits of this garden have vanished
A life spent shifting the balance
People defined in their absence
Merrily, merrily!
Sadface - Spirit Elevator Lyrics
Sadface - Spirit Elevator Lyrics
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With eyes and ears fixed on the momentary
We spun our yarn toward the cemetery
Inside the words potentiality
It seeped its way into the concrete
No Place!
Feel the tear in the canvas
The fruits of this garden have vanished
A life spent shifting the balance
People defined in their absence
Merrily, merrily!
I burnt the candle at home
And now it's all gone
You started having all those accidents
Last place I saw you was an ambulance
Your wounds, I couldn't count the half of them
Are we the Devil or just accidents?
No Place!
Feel the tear in the canvas
The fruits of this garden have vanished
A life spent shifting the balance
People defined in their absence
Merrily, merrily!
We spun our yarn toward the cemetery
Inside the words potentiality
It seeped its way into the concrete
No Place!
Feel the tear in the canvas
The fruits of this garden have vanished
A life spent shifting the balance
People defined in their absence
Merrily, merrily!
I burnt the candle at home
And now it's all gone
You started having all those accidents
Last place I saw you was an ambulance
Your wounds, I couldn't count the half of them
Are we the Devil or just accidents?
No Place!
Feel the tear in the canvas
The fruits of this garden have vanished
A life spent shifting the balance
People defined in their absence
Merrily, merrily!
Writer: James Sterry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid