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At The Base of the Giant's Throat - text

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Skyscrapers left in shade
The numbers add up to your chest
Nightmares cling to strange walls
The sun will see you now -- it's the next day
Speaking through squares
Hiding faces strange and bright
Arrest near your neck before
You can hear leaves breathe
Just listen
Just listen
Stolen trees cemented in
A quiet place where plymouths ring
Curtains fall and bruises form
But you can hear leaves
Breathe if you just listen
Little wings play down the street
Our faces squeezed in glass and tin
Inanimate objects snatch at your skin
But you can hear leaves breathe if you just listen
One hand on your neck
While the other fumbles through
Broken exchanges in back rooms
You thin sin
Wave oceans aside
I made space in my night
Resolved to turn it into lines
Your fingers must get tired
And drones make you wild
Why don't you wear
Your sleepless smile
Pointed at me for awhile
Smoke around the giants neck
That makes the clouds turn red
Tell me where have you been
A day where clouds
Turn to fray
Wings of smoke
Down the street
Where your sleepless smile runs
Skyscrapers left in shade
The numbers eye your throat
Snatching skin and thin skin
No streets unclean no sheets unclean
No smiles makes you crazy
It's in your lines
The sleepless snatching thin skin seas
There is no sheets unclean
No smiles no night why
All crashing screams the sheets
[Wave oceans aside]
Unclean you make me grave it's in your own design
[I made space in my night]
Wave oceans aside
I made space in my night
Snatching skin and thin skin
No streets unclean no sheets
Unclean no smiles
Makes you wild
You're on no streets
Unclean no sheets
Unclean and smiles at
Wave oceans aside
I made space in my night night
Now you own the sleepless snatching thin skin seas

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