Even In The Tremor
We bathe in the blood moon in Berlin
Make out in cathedrals, Montreal to Madrid
In Fallingwater brush our skin across the bed
The Masaya volcano paints our faces in red
Now the landscape in your eye is a desert of defeat
I want to stay but I'll turn to leave
Tonight we'll abandon all we share
Force a deep sleep and pretend we don't care
I'd hate to put us up against yesterday
I guess what can't be close must be far away
'Cause the past will kill the present if I let it
The past will kill the present if I let it
The past will kill the present if I let it
The past will kill the present if I let it
I dream in dripping colors of every ruin we'll never lose ourselves in
If I go on obsessing over coloring my memories
With a more vibrant palette than existed
Singin:
Those saturated rains could never flood the imprint of
One hand on the wheel, your other on my neck
Moving me through moving me through moving me through
If ever I forget how much love there is
It's just I've become fixated on all of the love I'd miss
'Cause the future kills the present if I let it
The future kills the present if I let it
The future kills the present if I let it
The future kills the present
If every head is a world, I don't want to be a destroyer of
All things pure in my own
When I'm running from a day yet to bare its teeth
I see my only moment crumbling, crumbling
If every head is a world I don't want to be a destroyer
Of all things pure in my own
When I'm crawling towards a night that I'm convinced was
Golden and glowing, glowing
It takes a conscious effort to hollow out this head (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
My brain is a constant rain on its own shelter (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
But there's a parade in that dread (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
There's a symphony swaying in the downpour (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
And it plays me to sleep eventually each night into my morning (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
And I can't go on ignoring the tender heart in my chest (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
And the splendor in its beating (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
Oh, the pain in possessing such a tenderness (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
But what else is worth possessing? (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
When even in the tremor
I feel a stillness growing
Writer/s: Alyssabeth Victoria Spaltro
