Stables And Chairs Lyrics

I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes

That shaped folded banks inside

As he shivered out thoughts

They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans"

Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths

All these thoughts were rolled onto needles

They spilled from heads tumble like apples fell into the sky,

That's where they hide,

Where rubies turned diamonds
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Like textures like sunshine

Behind hands arms lift into it's own

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets

Out of their throats pours tongues licking down

"What will we become?"

Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired

Will stay where it's warm,

Where it's safe from the down beating drums as habits

Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine