Preoccupations - Oxygen Feed Тексты

Skeletons in between
Tubes from the oxygen feed
Signal fire burning low
In the clock radio

You could let it burn?
Or fall apart under the ground

I can only see you where you are
I can only carry you so far

Slowly ebb and flow
Forward carefully
When the sun's in your eyes
Leave no wake behind

Like a dull guillotine
Blunted end to the means
No one knows what they need
Send the candle to sleep