Colours Askew
some thoughts now gathering in my head
and instead of just taking a breath
or sigh or exhale I've been coveting this burn this burn
and you find no mark upon your skin
and instead of you taking me in
you deny me don't inhale try... just try
and you stand there watching me sitting
with my eyes closed
floating above the scenes
we've conjured in our time
and I see them blurred...
colours askew
Im sure this comes as a surprise
but I'm here to say I realize
what I need I won't plead
I'm following this through, this through
you thought you had me in your grasp
but I'd have to say this is the last time
I cry over you
and you stand there watching me sitting
with my eyes closed
floating above the scenes
we've conjured in our time
and I see them blurred...
colours askew
so lift up the skirts of the curly haired eyes
press, press, press
against the whisper of the sky
the absolute irony of all faith
and faith denied
I am a weak victory,
I am a contemplative sigh
I am a breast and a belly I am every heart reconciled
I am lifting now, now
beyond your palms so the
lightness of my being,
being is compared with the
colours of the clouds, lilting by,
lilting by, by
By by by
Hhmmm...
and you stand there watching me sitting
with my eyes closed
floating above the scenes
we've conjured in our time
and I see them blurred...
colours askew
Colours askew
and instead of just taking a breath
or sigh or exhale I've been coveting this burn this burn
and you find no mark upon your skin
and instead of you taking me in
you deny me don't inhale try... just try
and you stand there watching me sitting
with my eyes closed
floating above the scenes
we've conjured in our time
and I see them blurred...
colours askew
Im sure this comes as a surprise
but I'm here to say I realize
what I need I won't plead
I'm following this through, this through
you thought you had me in your grasp
but I'd have to say this is the last time
I cry over you
and you stand there watching me sitting
with my eyes closed
floating above the scenes
we've conjured in our time
and I see them blurred...
colours askew
so lift up the skirts of the curly haired eyes
press, press, press
against the whisper of the sky
the absolute irony of all faith
and faith denied
I am a weak victory,
I am a contemplative sigh
I am a breast and a belly I am every heart reconciled
I am lifting now, now
beyond your palms so the
lightness of my being,
being is compared with the
colours of the clouds, lilting by,
lilting by, by
By by by
Hhmmm...
and you stand there watching me sitting
with my eyes closed
floating above the scenes
we've conjured in our time
and I see them blurred...
colours askew
Colours askew
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Van Carlo Sereno Ilagan
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