Saints from Eaves by Forever House

Are you waiting?
Do you know when and why I lie?
Do you cry when I move my bed away from the window
Just in case you try to visit me?

And you can read my lips
But can you read my mind
Yes, you can read my lips
But can you see my sad little life?

Are you smiling
Through your tears of blood?
Do you notice when I try to be better?
Do you feel sometimes
Like no one really gets it?
Well, so do I.

I can’t deny
Your ancient eyes
But I’m not so organized

So can you crawl out of your candles
Do you watch from the tiles on the wall
Will you dive from the tops of your fountains
And escape from your front lawns

Will you come down, come down
Smash your glass cases
Bones breaking through the reliquaries
Can you fall out of the windows
Crawl out from the medals round our necks
Will you climb down from the mountain grottoes
And escape from your front lawns

Come down, come down, come down.

• Avant Rock
• Brooklyn
• Rock
• post-grunge
• sloppy math
• wasted love theme
• New York