To Withstand the Force Of Storms - La Dispute

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
Oh when will you realize
Oh the city makes you real
When will you realize
Your demons make 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
It's the way my hands felt
Oh I am transparent
Oh I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts
I am transparent oh
Oh dear god
Oh my 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
For dead legs come alive
Oh dear god
There is no excuse for me
Oh
OH dear god
What have I done
I still love you
But I don't love myself