cLOUDDEAD - Apt. A (2) download song

Song Lyrics

And back again in the end, house is open
And liquid on the lighthouse stoop, gas main office
I raise my eyebrows when somebody calls me clothed, we re in the basement Apt., speaking voices
keyhole empty

House is open, the keen eye titles litter, under open sky sound
Paint buckets, a sylvan lot
Meet you out in california, our haircuts
Til the soil churns to wind, saturday morning four window spotlight

33 e mcmillan st, lodging the lump in our throats, swapped the specs
The former melon s rind and open empty shell, tenants speaking
Lodging the lump in our throats, bore the messenger practice, where the marionettes hang waiting for wet hands
keyhole empty

Second story roof tag, lives on the fourth floor, the guy s on the corner with a broken can opener
lives on the fourth floor
keyhole empty
turns the stained sunday bed sheets

Swapped the specs, leaders in the making-us-drought system
Turns the stained sunday bed sheets, til the soil churns to wind
Which ones get the poets bedrooms, and after all i found it
and after all i found it

lodging the lump in our throats
Bore the messenger practice, the keen eye titles litter
trash heaple collecting ex-presidents next door
the keen eye titles litter