Lower Automation - Phil And Phyllis Philler lyrics | LyricsFreak
Correct  |  Mail  |  Print  |  Vote

Phil And Phyllis Philler Lyrics

Lower Automation – Phil And Phyllis Philler Lyrics

Installed like a butterfly
She's at home knitting three parachutes on her own
Green spots where the claim has been absorbed
She's barely breathing down under his compulsive blanket throes

I wanna hold your hand
Burn your new name in my land
I wanna wear my head

I can't see your hands underneath the table
Breathing and fanning arthritic grip
Just grinding bones
Just grinding bones
I can't see your name under my umbrella
Breathing, exhausting arthritic grip
But we stay here
Living in this double-barrel fear

Shoebox companion,
Pinching nerves

I'm breaking down the path we'll tread
To annex a threat that's forgotten
She holds her breath like it's rotten
And locks our door
Pretend our story isn't
Chambered
Stolen
Broken
Misnomered

You can't believe we're under the gun's reprieve
Just grinding bones
A man just wants a home
Share lyrics
×

Phil And Phyllis Philler comments