Death from Slow Year by Miracle Cat
Tracklist
| 2. | Death | 3:46 |
Lyrics
Drawn and vineyard,
ink and bone.
Etched in neon cuneiform,
every word paints the world
in figures, a silent vow.
Teeth and leather,
bending palms,
ivory fire like semaphore in the sun,
it's the one.
The secret.
Surrender now.
Death—
I felt it in my hand,
I taste it on my breath,
when we open every door.
After years of patient days,
when the perfect moment waits,
in a movement without sound.
When we grind the madder root,
and we dip raw cloth into...
it's an endless summer red.
Emery fields,
motion blur,
etched in silver avenues in the sun, when we run.
A striking, so captured, waits.
Every moment,
spinning in fields of garden marigolds
in downtown, all around.
We wait for the final day.
Death—
I felt it in my hand,
I taste it on my breath,
when we open every door.
After years of patient days,
when the perfect moment waits,
in a movement without sound.
When we grind the madder root,
and we dip raw cloth into...
it's an endless summer red.
