The Mad Lilacs - Emelye Lyrics

Emelye, I'll wean these devices
To retain an echo of you
At the calling of your name

Palemon will swoon you
Behind prison bars
As these seas are my cage
And these seas have torn us apart

Emelye, I feel you
In every gale's outcry

What once was blithe
Has become saturnine
Still my hands are cold
They offer you nothing

Yet your whispered coos
Are impearled in my mind
These saltless hands
Still offer you nothing
And Emelye, I feel you
In every gale's outcry
And Emelye, I hear you
In every gale's outry
And Emelye, your echo stays the same
I can't quiet the feeling
As it reverberates
In the spaces between us
Wedged by this life

And it cuts so slowly
And it cuts so slowly
And it cuts so slowly
And it cuts so slowly
Slowly yet sure
Slowly yet sure
Slowly yet sure
Slowly yet