Lyrics Fences of Pales - Shannon Wright
This
drone
you
sound
alarmingly
meek
Is
inside
my
head
and
plummets
my
bed
It
rallies
and
summons
me
in
my
sleep
The
sun
is
groggy
and
upon
your
plate
Arms
do
fumble
they're
out
of
their
frame
Luster
has
moved
and
opted
your
space
When
you
call
a
caddy
I'll
be
the
kind
you
use
The
sagas
pose
their
levee
That's
the
kind
that
floats
to
you
And
after
all
i
idle
to
carry
on
The
clocks
married
the
dated
Operas
sails
salutes
The
planks
are
calm
with
boredom
It's
the
kind
you
tend
to
coo
Every
gala's
a
blanket
in
flight
And
i'm
the
kind
you
use
And
you
with
all
your
ready
is
a
horror
The
recital
is
staged
and
ready
to
recite
Stating
the
flaws
and
running
you
wild
But
i'll
be
any
stable
you
like
The
radius
is
starting
to
stumble
and
fright
The
loveliest
station
is
wailing
from
sight
But
i
am
ready
to
part
from
you
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