Paloma from la Jungla by Suicide Swans

Well you got me where you want me
This is hard, to share
Stretch our breathe in so many ways
This is hard enough to share
Staring at, the wreckage
Without knowing who’s in there
And if fear becomes your friend, darling
It’s here, built out in there

When there’s nothing to add or destroy
There’s no way to really know
Breaks apart, every single time
When there’s no light at end
This is especially hard to share
We are formed in its despair
Feeling like our anchors have slipped away, darling
You’ve been away, but who knows where

C:
Rust never sleeps on the road
But you and I sleep here
When we’ve fallen through out net, darling
Are we ruined, for someone, someone else

Run out of, things to say
Where do we go now
Become strangers, to ourselves
All our ceilings are black skies, in our house
When we don’t see anyone we recognize
Paloma was a place we use to hide
The messages, are flooding in
From the towers and rubble where we retire

C:
Rust never sleeps on the road
But you and I sleep here
When we’ve fallen through out net, darling
Are we ruined, for someone, someone else

Why build when we ebb and flow
Why stay when there’s no other places to go
If you keep talking there’s nothing left to share
It’s hard enough to be here with you and care
I looked into your eyes, I was never right
I looked into the dark, never saw the light
When I become a father will I be scarred
Moving on, losing what I had / Moving on, losing nobody I had
Moving on losing nobody who was right / Moving on, moving along each night

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