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letra de wax apples - minks and muskrats

[verse one]
notions like nonsense are draped down the page
scarlet, a dark lover, is drawn behind ivory shades
stigmas, like candles, that only exist
in accordance with cans of paint crushed beneath our fingertips

oh you are a footprint
meshed in the salt of my tears
splintering water with acrylic
glazed over our canvas all these years

dismantling my soliloquies
dispersing sadness and pain
oh i am a madman picking daffodils in the rain

[chorus]
cause we fell into the eve
of our soft garden
chain-linkеd flight into a sky torn open
with the soft flesh
of wax-l!ckеd fingertips
all our dogmas forgotten

[verse two]
you will solidify my craving for the undefined
and i will soften as your eyes meet mine
cracking like a child
holding my hem above my head
a hopscotch-hazed veil in a world where no one weds
a sip of cider to my barren spring
just like your love, it’s warm and unrelenting
standing at the doorstep, never threatening to ring the bell
we will be the children eating wax apples from the fruit bowl

[chorus]
cause we fell into the eve
of our soft garden
chain-linked flight into a sky torn open
with the soft flesh
of wax-l!cked fingertips
all our dogmas forgotten

[verse three]
a bubblebath fizzling out with a sigh and a hiss
as my last kiss was spent on strangers lips
oh you are the moonlight falling on silhouettes
as we dance like the youth and we trespass

just like moths we’re addicted to the flame
grass stomped on fabric
our convictions unrestrained
scarlet peels are scandalous only in eyes gone askew
shadows are like picture shows from the sunset’s view

[chorus]
cause we fell into the eve
of our soft garden
chain-linked flight into a sky torn open
with the soft flesh
of wax-l!cked fingertips
all our dogmas forgotten
[bridge]
i will make you mudpies
and we’ll giggle at the words of those
who live outside our treehouse
you will be my tribe
you will be my tribe
you will be my tribe
as we warm our feet in the puddles of a bitter rain now forgotten

- minks and muskrats

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