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It's only blood
It's only blood
And I love you
And I love you
Replayed over time
Replayed over time
He enters you through your body
His voice is an act of love
His eyes through you like holy water
He enters you through your body
His voice is an act of love
His eyes through you like holy water
Lone alto range, girl in black
The front row clasp their hands now, they're singing with devotion
I separate from feeling, complex harmonic motion
Lone alto range, girl in black
The front row clasp their hands now, they're singing with devotion
I separate from feeling, complex harmonic motion
Sleep tight forever
Sleep tight forever
Oh, the fruit flies
Oh, the fruit flies
It's not in the words
It's not in the rhythm
It's not in the words
It's not in the rhythm
This is the countdown to the movie reel
This is the drumroll
This is the uterus where we are before we begin
This is the countdown to the movie reel
This is the drumroll
This is the uterus where we are before we begin
For something too wild
For something too wild
A staged ritual undressing taking the place of consummation
A staged ritual undressing taking the place of consummation
She thought, 'Where do all these creatures come from?
And why are they here?'
Like in a club of fur
She thought, 'Where do all these creatures come from?
And why are they here?'
Like in a club of fur
I understand that it’s the same as feeling unborn
I understand that it’s the same as feeling unborn
We couldn't hide from it
I sought comfort between supermarket shelves and in cafes
But the water followed us everywhere
We couldn't hide from it
I sought comfort between supermarket shelves and in cafes
But the water followed us everywhere
When I looked up from my notebook
There was a scythe in my hand
When I looked up from my notebook
There was a scythe in my hand
Stirred up something in the body
The glands of instinct, fear, and desire
Stirred up something in the body
The glands of instinct, fear, and desire
That was just a shape in the earth
Like I was playing by digging my own grave
That was just a shape in the earth
Like I was playing by digging my own grave
It goes a bit like this
It goes a bit like this
She reaches back through centuries of arms
She reaches back through centuries of arms
Looked her in the eye and said 'Poor baby, you're so scared'
Looked her in the eye and said 'Poor baby, you're so scared'
It's you and I
It's you and I
From little pieces of our throats
From little pieces of our throats