Текст песни To Withstand the Force of Storms - La Dispute
Oh,
you′ve
a
pretty
mouth,
Leave
your
lips
to
linger
on
my
skin
and
Kiss
me
one
last
time
I
will
roll
off
your
tongue
like
a
whisper
in
the
winter
Sleeping
in
the
sutures
of
the
city's
skin
Make
yourself
remember
me
in
cold
and
concrete.
When
will
you
realize
this
city/your
demons
make(s)
you
real
Oh,
you′ve
a
pretty
mouth,
Leave
your
lips
to
linger
on
my
skin
and
Kiss
me
one
last
time
I
will
roll
off
your
tongue
like
a
whisper
in
the
winter
Sleeping
in
the
sutures
of
the
city's
skin
Make
yourself
remember
me
in
cold
and
concrete.
It's
the
way
my
hands
felt
lying
still
beneath
your
dress
(I
am
transparent,
I
am
a
greenhouse
filled
with
ghosts.)
Oh
god,
oh
dear
god
Whisper
secrets,
speak
in
a
hushed
voice
The
first
thing
that
you
learn
is
that
you
never
let
them
hear
you
In
a
soundproof
room,
in
a
windowless
world
Keep
your
voice
down
or
dull
your
words.
Then,
Put
on
your
bedroom
face
for
him,
All
pursed
lips
and
half-closed
eyes
with
pink-stained
skin
Screaming
for
sleeping
hands
on
downed
dresses,
Screaming
For
dead
legs
come
alive,
for
dead
legs
come
alive.
Oh
dear
god,
there
is
no
excuse
for
me
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