A ribbon of road wraps you up as a gift
Sanding the corners where I sit
Mashing the switches
Til something explodes
Never the way to bridge
The always increasing distance
It's not in the minutes and miles
The distance is in the failing wires
Tin can with string
Like a nervously sent but better connection
To the place where our heads touch ground
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the ink and leaves to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
The ribbon is ripped wire
To cut me in half
Ligature, lift me by the heart
Tiptoe the trapdoor
I'm foetal and bare
Waiting for time
To kick the chair out from under
Mashing the switches 'til something explodes
Is never the way to clear the load
Distance is not in the minutes and miles
Distance is in the wires
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the ink and leaves to grow
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left so the
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left there to grow
Left there to grow
Left there to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
Vasco Da Gama - Hawk Moth Lyrics
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A ribbon of road wraps you up as a gift
Sanding the corners where I sit
Mashing the switches
Til something explodes
Never the way to bridge
The always increasing distance
It's not in the minutes and miles
The distance is in the failing wires
Tin can with string
Like a nervously sent but better connection
To the place where our heads touch ground
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the ink and leaves to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
The ribbon is ripped wire
To cut me in half
Ligature, lift me by the heart
Tiptoe the trapdoor
I'm foetal and bare
Waiting for time
To kick the chair out from under
Mashing the switches 'til something explodes
Is never the way to clear the load
Distance is not in the minutes and miles
Distance is in the wires
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the ink and leaves to grow
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left so the
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left there to grow
Left there to grow
Left there to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
Sanding the corners where I sit
Mashing the switches
Til something explodes
Never the way to bridge
The always increasing distance
It's not in the minutes and miles
The distance is in the failing wires
Tin can with string
Like a nervously sent but better connection
To the place where our heads touch ground
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the ink and leaves to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
The ribbon is ripped wire
To cut me in half
Ligature, lift me by the heart
Tiptoe the trapdoor
I'm foetal and bare
Waiting for time
To kick the chair out from under
Mashing the switches 'til something explodes
Is never the way to clear the load
Distance is not in the minutes and miles
Distance is in the wires
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the ink and leaves to grow
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left in the
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left so the
Hawk tongue grew long by aiming deeper
A bullet to bring about answers long known
But left there to grow
Left there to grow
Left there to grow
Left in the ink and leaves to grow
Writer: John Crawford
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