Morning Exercise Songtext

lesson in forgetting how
the candle does its work
impressing on me a solution
to let the jury burn
a story of sedation
many ladders later with patience
under the stars of a trusted notion
celestial worms
my arms in the air
stretching out for miles
my comrades were left there melting
when the whale took flight
it hurts so bad
this goes on the record
this goes on the record
and it hurts so bad
a sandy whisper found me
the yellow sheets around me
a soldier for an instant
in the missing arms of time
lightning strikes the corners
there's an odyssey in my eye
a casual torture is breaking
on an idiot mind
it hurts so bad
this goes on the record
this goes on the record
and it hurts so bad
a hundred smoky towers bright
a plastic haze of clouds each night
they make the little yellow, they make the little yellow lights
we tear the ribbons from the ash
and dress our fenders, slap the dash
the plastic from the ashes, the trash we take for ashes
oh the love we cannot feel for you
this love is anything but true
we sing of things we never we sing of things we never, never do
it hurts so bad
this goes on the record
this goes on the record
and it hurts so bad
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