henry jaramillo - althea lyrics
do you drink an angel’s torutue like wine?
does one appreciate the silence?
or does one beg for it?
lord god, please sit with me
i know no such liberty
your eyes are painted black
in the bathroom mirror you’ll be right back
we’re alrewady in h+ll
where’s the harm in the rail or the rack
does one beg to cut up
would you dive into the stuff
i know no such liberty
your limbs have no leaves
in this housе i can barely see
to me, i find no reliеf
to bank with an angel
or kiss her feet
if i was air, i would eat her
i would beat her
i would fix strings to her
i would play you a song
bang drums with her femers
we should let no outcrop of stones
go unused or unturned
in our great sympathy
we will never complete…
misery will always compete
if i can figure out how to hold you
from up here
i can ask you
to go keep your ear to the ground
where you will hear the sound
of god’s creation
why even plant the tree
if we weren’t supposed
to eat from it
and if we weren’t supposed
to k!ll each other
tell me why i can?
because he’s who he is
i know i could
wield anything above
his head
and he’d be guided
by god’s hand to led
a kick to h+ll
where he belongs
regradless of loving not
the bones nor their sounds
or the wine that
coats his celll
the bricks held by love
that built this h+ll
the bricks held by love that built this h+ll
and my own two hands that k!lled us both
we might still be free in knowing
that we’ve not an enternity to hold each other
we’ve not forever to grow old and suffer
we’ve only got what’s left
and an angel like that
who can’t kicks to the head
angels in their injury
will never know such liberty
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