Lyrics from II

From the Sun

Isolation can put a gun in your hand
It can put a gun your hand x2

If you need to you can get away from the sun
You can get away from the sun x2

If you need to you can get away from the sun
If you need to you can throw away the only one

I’m so tired but I can never lay down my head
I can never lay down my head x2

I’m so lonely but I can never quite reach the phone
I can never quite reach the phone x2

I’m so lonely but I can never quite reach the phone
I’m so lonely I’ve gotta eat my popcorn all alone

Isolation can put a gun in your hand
It can put a gun your hand x2

If you need to you can get away from the sun
You can get away from the sun x2

If you need to you can get away from the sun
If you ned to you can throw away the only one


Swim and Sleep (Like a Shark)

I wish that I could swim and sleep like a shark does
I’d fall to the bottom
and I’d hide ’til the end of time
In the sweet, cool, darkness
Asleep and constantly floating away

I wish that I could break and mend like the world does
I’d fall to the bottom
and I’d chase all my dreams away
and I’d let you crush me
My dreams would be constantly melting away


So Good at Being in Trouble

Now that you’re gone
It’s been a long, lonely time
It’s a long, sad, lonely time

Rolling alone
I’m in a strange state of mind
It’s a strange old state of mind

Memories they mess
With my mind
Who am I
to deny

She was
So good at being in trouble x7
So bad at being in love


One at a Time

I’m only floating on the breeze
Sweet dreams are falling from the trees
I’m on my knees
I’m fumbling through my pockets for my keys
One at a time
Mama please

I’m only lonely through the night
I’m sweating, fretting through the flight
I’m out of sight
I’m crying, I am flying like a kite
One at a time
Outta sight

One at a time


The Opposite of Afternoon

Overcast in the good of the night it’s alright
Moles are crashing out of the dirt
Oil is in the cradle of it’s golden moon tonight

Open eyes in the gardens of sight it’s alright
Only when you crawl in the dirt
Frozen invitations to a solvent gloom tonight

Bones are broken
Veins are open
All done in the opposite of afternoon

Only gods in a mountain at night it’s alright
Fools and molten virgins alike
Rolling in the naked and the fragrant doom tonight

Solarizing a portrait of light it’s alright
Woven sparkled cotton and void
Open elevation of the cult of _____ tonight

Bones are broken
Veins are open
All done in the opposite of afternoon


No Need For a Leader

Something wicked this way comes
We don’t like to fall
But when we come down we lose it all
Then we open someone new
We eat their bones and wonder why they’ve got no bones left

Maybe one day we’ll find we have
No need for a leader

I watch the faces on a screen
No question what I’ll have to pay for my apathy
Can you feel it on your face
The winds of change are a lot unfriendlier these days

Maybe one day we’ll find we have
No need for a leader


Monki

He wants to give her everything she wants
All of the sins in her mind
All of her enemies
Fallen and crying
All of the teardrops on her tongue

It’s in her conscience that whatever god gives her someone to mourn
Who cares what god is or what a guitar is or that you were born
Monki
He wanted you

And when he stops saying things you want to hear
Pull up your knickers in a mood
He wants to outclass these
Crass devotees
Deletes your picture from his phone

It’s in his conscience that musical notes give him someone to mourn
Who cares what god is or what a guitar is or that you were born
Monki
She wanted you


Faded in the Morning

Words are floating through the windows
and in the house she blows them away

Faded in the morning time

Haters with their hearts asunder
will ruin our parade

Faded in the morning time

Walking through the winter markets
and all the horses floated away

Faded in the morning time

Sun is rising stings my eyes and
don’t wanna die today

Faded in the morning time


Secret Xtians

I’m going to hide from the rain
I am tired of running round while these nuns eat my grain
Ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame
so lame
secrets xtians are all the same

Don’t be grumpy and cold
if you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal
Don’t be surprised if it warms up right when we die
tonight
secret xtians are not too bright