Within the Quilt of Demand - Shannon Wright
歌曲信息
歌曲名：Within the Quilt of Demand
歌手：Shannon Wright
所属专辑：Maps of Tacit
发行时间：2000-05-09
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Within the Quilt of Demand - Shannon Wright 文本歌词
What could hinder this haste
Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain
In all this muzzled distaste
I brush the vial hoping to misplace
Cover me with soil and tread
Drape me with flames this frock of disdain
Stop this sunken ravine pull out the slate
From under me
This kingdom in the quilt of demand
Forces the conquer of the plan
Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain
In all this muzzled distaste
I brush the vial hoping to misplace
Cover me with soil and tread
Drape me with flames this frock of disdain
Stop this sunken ravine pull out the slate
From under me
This kingdom in the quilt of demand
Forces the conquer of the plan
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This state it cannot be sound For seeing through The day with fresh eyes Try to lick these bits Back into place These tanks bore there wintry weight To wake to
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You fiend you friend you confidant You hold me against my will I scurry and scant this hectic step You climb adrift this boorish racket This wire this mane this
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There's the palest shape Steady your weeping face Put the pillow to your cheek For I'm failing in your eyes This funeral lies inside My mourning head What was i
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Air dives from your reach You cover your mouth Hoard your lovely breath For which not to speak You're always sweet In the darkest days
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There's no cure so why should I care You have fled into this blackness In this sling I must contain You use your force To comfort my trembling hands And fold th
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Your presence howls inside my ear You lifted the ark from me Now there's nothing I cannot see A wooden tin a hidden sleet Throw the matches upon my bed In this
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This frost you stand in It draws on wobbled legs This sway is stabled I gnaw through your gate You sort what I bend You jar me for relief This canter is guided
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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 f
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Long before this deserted map You use to dim to light The person you show one use to believe The facet has blurred the link You boil the greatest of lakes You l