Whisperer
BLAKE HARNAGE, SAM HOLLANDER, DAVID KATZ, SIERRA KUSTERBECK, BLAKE PRESTON HARNAGE, DAVE KATZ
You play my nerves like strings, all upside down.
Try to keep straight... my limbs are bonding now.
Since a few aprils ago, endless chase
to send away this... tireless persistence of taste.
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (it's much too familiar)
With a touch of your words
I've learned to reverse. It's gotten me no where...
A deep shade of horizon gold...
the constellations remind me I am home.
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,
yet a sight of industrial-ness
as the silence wins over every word.
What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out...?
Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I'm all about
