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letra de roebuck - squalloscope

[verse 1]
in the dark, it all seemed so clear
in the haze behind the door, the bed seemed so near
can it be? now we swept through frostbites
and see the antarctic behind the lids of our eyes
where sap parts lips, i lose my grip
if this is starboard, is it the end of the ship
or just the start of what’s wrong, and the line that it draws
between the pool and the flood and our tightly clamped jaws?

[chorus]
maybe the fridge is still open
the spring air has cooled down
for the wind carries ice cubеs through town
maybe the fridge is still opеn
or spring air has cooled down
for the wind carries ice cubes
through town
through town

[verse 2]
let’s talk about this road for a minute, and the light between the trees
i bet we both saw it, even though we both were asleep
its remarks, they are not waiting for replies
they’re the kind that’s heard best with closed eyes
these veins align drawings on inches of age
imagine writing when you cannot see the edge of the page
imagine a fire, and the lights are filled with liquid nitrogen
burning a darkness that doesn’t make sense
[chorus]
maybe the heater is broken
or the shutters ain’t closed
for the wind pushes the desert to the coast
maybe the heater is broken
or the shutters ain’t closed
for the wind pushes the desert
for the wind pushes the desert, pushes the desert
pushes the desert, pushes the desert
pushes the desert, pushes the desert
pushes the desert to the coast

[outro]
admit there’s no coldness in giving in, no warmth in leaving
no lukewarm, no half-ass, no icarus wings
no fridge door, no gas stove, no air conditioning
no blankets, no pillows, no sleep on our skins

no coldness in giving in, no warmth in leaving
no lukewarm, no half-ass, no icarus wings
no fridge door, no gas stove, no air conditioning
no blankets, no pillows, no sleep on our skins

no coldness in giving in, no warmth in leaving
no lukewarm, no half-ass, no icarus wings
no fridge door, no gas stove, no air conditioning
no blankets, no pillows, no sleep on our skins
no coldness in giving in, no warmth in leaving
no lukewarm, no half-ass, no icarus wings
no fridge door, no gas stove, no air conditioning
no blankets, no pillows, no sleep on our skin

there’s no coldness in giving in, no warmth in leaving
no lukewarm, no half-ass, no icarus wings
no fridge door, no gas stove, no air conditioning
no blankets, no pillows, no sleep on our skins

- squalloscope

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