Prism from Driftwood Head by Native Tongue

Such an uneasy beast that we form
Once you leave your God outside of the door
As your mind tries to classify this
It infers that we're lovers, and nothing more
Split out your colors like a prism
Our different shades might disagree
I want to bottle up your ocean
See just the parts I want to see

You've invited in a wolf
Just to keep the cold away

It's skin on skin at arm's length
This tale concluded, yet it's still so fresh, so young
We're sharks bathed in bloody water
Assailed with scents but the body is long gone
Where are we going?

My arms are tired out
From building up new walls
Every time
We push each other's down
We tangle crooked spines
Then carefully pull apart
And reopen our eyes
I wanna hurt you when I leave
And I hate the way you've left your marks on everything around me

The sermon is absent
But the worship is strong
As she's baptized in light on my bed
For the fourth Sunday this month

But love is not for us
No, we're too dirty now
So this is best we've got
No we're too dirty now

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