Scent from Lamb Faucet by Lamb Faucet

Your scent on the pillow
The sound of your eardrums
The touch of a willow
In my veins

You're held up in sorrow
The passing of seasons
The past that you borrow
Is here again

You're with me, yet nowhere
The end of the unfair
Starting the slow cares
And my aims

Sensing deflating
Meaning of reason
Pointless conflation
Is here again

Yet not all lost
No cost at all
Watcher for yesterday

Yet at no cost
Not lost at all
Watch out for yesterday

They are in no shape
To leave for a reason
They locked in the windows
Or the mane

They are without this
Nothing preserves that
Which comes to fruition
In latter days

And not a loss
No cost at all
Watcher for yesterday

Yet at no cost
Not lost at all
Watch out for yesterday

I am a sermon
A summoning serpent
A viscous deserter
Of my aims

I am a father
Of all which is birthed here
Never bestowed with
Those endless veins

I'm a despiser
Of all that was earned in
Missions of sorrow
Or latter days

I am on fire
With visions that charred her
Listen untold to
All her games

She is a demon
A vacuum of feeling
A vacuous evening
Ah, here again

She will deride that I live on the farsight
Off with the ease and
All my aims

Yet not all lost
No cost at all
Watcher for yesterday

Yet at no cost
Not lost at all
Watch out for yesterday

Yet at no cost
No loss at all
Watch out for yesterday

Yet not all cost
No lost at all
Watch out for today

Watch out for loss
Watch out for cost
Watch out for yesterday

And at no cost
No lost at all
Watch out for yesterday

Yet at no cost
Not lost at all
Don't watch for yesterday

And at no cost
Not lost at all
Watch out for yesterday

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