1. |
Lunatic
03:02
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Lunatic
By Amy and Emily
2009
You like confrontation
I hold my tongue down
you love the words you sew, but
I like to rip ‘em out
You’ve got lots to say
it makes me lose my mind
but I don’t mind the surge ‘cause
I know what I’m gonna find
“It looks like lightening fields
in there, if that exists,”
“I guess it does, you say it does,
it does now.”
I could drive for miles
My breath shows where you signed
In here it’s like there’s no telling of time
Being carried back adrift
Beads rolling off my breasts
Hold my head down tight
I can’t be my regrets
“It looks like lightening fields
in there, if that exists,”
“I guess it does, you say it does,
it does now.”
[Instrumental]
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2. |
Under The Earth
02:55
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Under the Earth
by Amy Lynn
You’ve got a rough edge,
friend, much like a tough taught kid.
You like to paint this bridge down in the water.
You picture doom, you’re doomed.
You’ve left all risks on ground.
Much like the hope you found.
You like to hide your muscle and worth
down under all the earth.
I see you as you are:
warm and swift and smart
and I’ll hold you how you are,
you are a delicate charge.
You’ve got a think, rich head,
filled with love and payment.
You like to run until you can’t,
you’re having your first attack.
It starts with long deep sighs,
turns into long hot nights.
You cannot see what you long to have,
are you coming back?
I see you as you are:
brave and breathtaking
and I’ll hold you how you are,
you are a delicate charge.
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3. |
Grafted
02:53
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Grafted
By Amy Lynn and Emily Mohrbacher
Love, lay me down…
take me down
take me down
takes me down…
to the floor boards
hey can you control yourself
let out a deep sigh
‘cause I know where you came from
What’s this? A dead one of these.
Love, turn me around
apple to apple
it’s between you and me
I have three questions and I gotta know in time
since when, for how long, and why?
‘cause I know where you came from
What’s this? A dead one of these
‘cause I know where you came from
What’s this? A dead one of these
Will you love me a hundred years from now?
I don’t care, I don’t care to know the answer.
Will you love me a hundred years from now?
I don’t care, I don’t care to know the answer.
‘cause I know where you came from
What’s this? A dead one of these.
‘cause I know where you came from
What’s this? A dead one of these.
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