buttercup - brass Lyrics

Oh to be polished
Instead of scorn
Brass, that ages
When its worn

To be touched
Against the grain
But not scalded
By the stains

Left on my joints

Water may fall
And dig
Through the walls
Of what i call
My armor

Bridge
I'm bleeding all
Over the pages again
Cut by the tongue
In of my sheets.
Pleading to me
"Sheath and fly"

Catch the wind
Under my chin
Have it hold me up high
Hold my Breath
With my tongue tied
Against my pride.
My wings have a bit of life.

So melt me
With you're eyes

Scars once hidden
Now tender touched
Broken image of I was
Though my guard
Has fallen off
Take not for granted
The years it took to put up

Left on my joints

Water may fall
And dig
Through the walls
Of what i call
My armor

But the warmth
Can melt away my
Disguise

Never hot nor cold
Just right