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Buried

from Buried by the Midnight Pine

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lyrics

Buried
Beneath
The swell Jacaranda trees
The violent violet majesty
You are
The least
Last river standing in between
My freedom from this gentle dream
I’ve seen

Carried
The weight
Of words that never hesitate
Of worlds that should have tested faith
But still
You push
Against the tidal wave of youth
That washes til it’s drowning you
In truth

Midsummer night
Fell in love wrong
Days fall to nothing
Thirsty for poison
Thirsty for song
Searching for something

What’s love
But words
Just letters fed to haunted hearts
That stalk the salvage yard for parts
For you
For me
For guided light and openings
For tides to bring back broken things
To sing

To us
To rust
To push and pull and separate
To wield love in the face of hate
We try
At times
To stitch tears in our alibis
To braid the rivers, lakes and lies / to find

Midsummer night
Fell in love wrong
Days fall to nothing
Thirsty for poison
Thirsty for song
Searching for something

I fell
As hard
As boulevards are broken by
The candle quake of footprint light
You might
Reveal
The teal blue tears and fears you still
Keep close to chest to breast til death
The lives you hide til nothings left
But love

So open up your wings to me
The branches boughs and everything
And I’ll sip slow and serpentine
TiI you surrender soft serene
There’s braille we feel but fail to read
The scales that name our wants and needs
And when there’s struggle all around
I’ll pry the thorns adorn your crown

Til every cunning cloud looks down
So envious of what we’ve found
The beech bark white wash reverie
The fevered ghosts surviving me

We blow old smoke through punctured lungs
Clouding up the crescent sun
My breakdown alley miles away
My midnight moon and new escape
The ballad of a severed spring
My love, my loss, my everything
My love, my loss, my everything
My love, my loss, my everything
My love, my loss, my everything
My love, my loss, my everything

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from Buried, released June 10, 2014

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