Luyện nghe bài hát In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered are tending their loom.
She collects the to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the last thread
(that you curse, constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and is not guaranteed-
a who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing breaking)
infinite the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we in the stronghold...
That you curse, constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this strand resting in a pinch?
the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt four days before my escape.
All I asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the earthen tones...
In the light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing breaking,
Alter the of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the light...