No Landing
Your gold mouth tells me to
Temper my aches to taste...
But my lizard tongue projects all of these
Versions versions versions... of embrace... of embrace
My blood's tied down
And my beak is at your feet—
A point for this familiar bird
To choke, to sleep
Blood-tied down...
And it's getting hard to leave;
What will become of these bodies?
The sensations are different now...
Evolution has left us with some
With some doubts
Waves swell—too late for understanding
It's not obsession, but I fear there is
No landing
No landing...
For us myth-making creatures
Us accidents of nature
A conjuring gone wrong, gone wrong...
Oh, the concept isn't new:
One wants, and one pulls away
And the space between? Well,
We call it "love," and maybe that just has to be enough
Be enough...
The sensations are different now
Evolution has left us...
The sensations are different now
Isolation has left us with some
With some doubts
Waves swell—
Too late for understanding
It's not obsession, but I fear there is
No landing
No landing...
Waves swell
Too late for understanding
It's not obsession, but I fear there is
No landing
No landing...
No landing place
No ground in sight
We're suspended perpetual
But it just might be the way...
So please devour me,
Love me in cinematic time,
Even though this narrative
Was never yours, and never really mine...
I don't know how much longer this can remain, remain
But longing is the only thing that can ever really be
Sustained, sustained...
Temper my aches to taste...
But my lizard tongue projects all of these
Versions versions versions... of embrace... of embrace
My blood's tied down
And my beak is at your feet—
A point for this familiar bird
To choke, to sleep
Blood-tied down...
And it's getting hard to leave;
What will become of these bodies?
The sensations are different now...
Evolution has left us with some
With some doubts
Waves swell—too late for understanding
It's not obsession, but I fear there is
No landing
No landing...
For us myth-making creatures
Us accidents of nature
A conjuring gone wrong, gone wrong...
Oh, the concept isn't new:
One wants, and one pulls away
And the space between? Well,
We call it "love," and maybe that just has to be enough
Be enough...
The sensations are different now
Evolution has left us...
The sensations are different now
Isolation has left us with some
With some doubts
Waves swell—
Too late for understanding
It's not obsession, but I fear there is
No landing
No landing...
Waves swell
Too late for understanding
It's not obsession, but I fear there is
No landing
No landing...
No landing place
No ground in sight
We're suspended perpetual
But it just might be the way...
So please devour me,
Love me in cinematic time,
Even though this narrative
Was never yours, and never really mine...
I don't know how much longer this can remain, remain
But longing is the only thing that can ever really be
Sustained, sustained...
Credits
Writer(s): Caroline Davidson
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