Timber Timbre - Creep On Creepin In | Текст песни

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• Timber Timbre
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From your chair, my narrative tonight
As your dickless cousin, brother, father, pet, friend, husband or wife
A lavender scent
A bone-orchard of hearts seems to surround you as you stare
Each gift horse straight in the mouth
Stare my arrow down
I was invited, I was called out
To watch you frolic and dance

Oh I buried my head in my hands
I buried my heart there in the sand
I was cocked, blocked, cured, encharmed
I was ferociously put upon until it was clear
I should not keep on
I'll just creep on creepin' on
Yes, I will, I'll not keep on
I'll just creep on creepin' on

Fell at this station to levitate your bed
And move her hair onto my chest
Exposing her neck and I tear through
Or to put it into my arms
And my stomach dropped
As you shifted me off to stop
The ectoplasm coiled like a hovering halo of smoke
And our beloved invention
Is conjured each night in your throat

Oh I buried my head in my hands
I buried my heart there in the sand
I was cocked, blocked, cured, encharmed
I was ferociously put upon until it was clear
I should not keep on
I'll just creep on creepin' on
Yes, I will, I'll not keep on
I'll just creep on creepin' on
Or do I try one more time?
No, I'll not keep on
I'll just creep on creepin' on