Luyện nghe bài hát In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers invoke the artists of this seemless, ill fated tapestry,
fingers are tending their loom.
She the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, infinity, countless raw fibers 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 very thread
(that you curse, constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, 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, curse constantly, of the sheen.
Do you feel this strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked days before my escape.
All I asked was for a clean break.
In the nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the 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 of his weight bearing back breaking,
the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the light...