In a stone hammock that waits by your gate,
before all that led up to it,
down trickled hints of information.
It is good to want to want to.
Lightning strikes the bridge and wakes everyone.
Where's the fun?
Where's the rest when everything's a lease with a drone beneath all of it?
Come and stay at the fire that was burnt for your father and his father, you're now aware of the crime.
Overdue long trembles in confidence.
Still she scared you all to pieces, crumbled like an ash between fingertips.
What happened was a let go.
Rifled through your pockets and then, found,
you had to leave town.
It was evening in the meantime, certain that a light turned off meant finally, it needed you.
We're a lasso made of glass
Fragile snared trap
Not for naught
Thought we swore to not get got
from Twelfth Page / Lasso
track released September 14, 2011
Drums: Parker Cipolle
Everything Else: Brendan Codey
Written by Brendan Codey
Recorded and Engineered by Zaheer Elly
Produced and Mixed by Zaheer Elly and Brendan Codey
Mastered by Mark Trewella at Full Circle Mastering
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