Sense And Grief Lyrics

Collections yes,
you're a dutiful horse
made cluttered by
my feathered course

Anywhere, any room
windows I've been crawling through

Threw your arms
saw you shake your hands
gestures and broken English
yeah, I understand. Lying down in sense and grief
inventiveness
like buying something sweet

Born to nurse, quip and stick
to what you say
spinning thread to what I said
yesterday

Anywhere, any room
tell me something I can use

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