Sunday coughed fourteen inches of blood
A flowered thought muddy hands in the dark
Esteeming mob, my neck is cracked at the thought
I never thought my bones would break just like a prop
Another gear another cog
Your brothers dog, some broken hands fit to its jaw
You caught a flaw, under my back you flung your paws
You’re showing off the things he taught you all along
You missed the plot by talking talking through the plot
Missing the first day of a job
I will throb
My train it seemed to be escaping from its own station
I didn’t feel anything when you sought your clocks dads and moms
Dont call, it’s off
Pretend your shocked for me
Your plans and cries as sweet as mine
Bruises for crimes, freeze and rewind
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Yeah Wings Lyrics – Lift