Альбом Sparklehorse

Your face is like the sun sinking into the ocean
Your face is like watching flowers growing in fast motion
All your kisses are swallowed, like the mornings that hollows
All vines and tree nuts will come unwound
baby you are my sunshine, my sunshine,
please don't take my sunshine away
The grounded fireflys are little stars that are dying
returning to the earth, I can hear them crying
The Christmas bulbs that are swallowed,
slept in a tree that's gone hollow
Never a brittle wintertime, baby you are my sunshine, sunshine,
please don't take my sunshine away
Sunshine, my sunshine, please don't take my sunshine away

Set your woods on fire
hide up in the spires
the flames kept dancing higher

they're playing our song
they're playing our song
they're getting it wrong

ophelia in the creek
caught up in the sticks
somethings can't be fixed

they're playing our song
they're playing our song
they're playing our song

I could look in your face
For a thousand years
It’s like a civil war
Of pain and of cheer

But if you was a horse
I could help you with your chains
I could ride you through the fields
By your fiery mane

May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
Where the sun will be
Made of honey

I grab diamonds, write you a poem
'Cause no one here can save you
She’s returning to the Earth
But one day she’ll be silver

Stars are dying in my chest
Till I see you again
She was born with the wings of a hawk
Where she combs her hair with blood

May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
Where the sun will be
Made of honey

May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
Where the sun will be
Made of honey

May your shade be sweet
May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes...

May your shade be sweet

away with golden crows
i know their souls are old
the waves and the thunder's prose
within her belly glows

where the sleeping old bears breathe
i can't see the light for the trees

i stayed in lake of fire
my bed was ancient pyre
the stars all fell into the sea
i can't see the light for the trees
for the trees
for the trees
for the trees
for the trees

Arise oh brother mountain
our hooves hammering your coils
the rivers carve out your hollows
with tears from me
return to me
return to me my love
oh my love

be still oh rusting river
unlock her name from your grass
unburden the pressures of fathoms
of tears from me
return to me
return to me my love
o my love
o my love

return to the clouds
return in the caves
return over valleys
o my love
o my love
o my love

you are you are my daisy
you're my lullaby
come sun up my dogs will fade to
honeysuckle and clear moonshine
she was she was my black earth
and the fire in my spine
her magnetic waves gave birth
i was the one who loved you most
but you can't put your arms around a ghost

some sweet day you will be mine, you'll be mine
some sweet day you will be mine, you'll be mine

we can we can go home soon
o'er the cold old sea
her lover is in the old moon
o to kiss her knobbly knees
know she's laughing underwater
her pain's gone away
we drank whiskey like our fathers
born to return back to the clay
my love for you girl will never decay

some sweet day you will be mine, you'll be mine
some sweet day you will be mine, you'll be mine

where did you go, up to the sun?
where are you now, part of the sea in every drop
or did you simply stop?

some sweet day you will be mine, you'll be mine
some sweet day you will be mine, you'll be mine

Abide with me from the morning till the evening
Abide with me when the night is nigh
Be my last sight and sweet to rest
Forever on your warm decaying breast

See you blind
Behold your savior's come,
Dance for death
You lame in the morning fires
And be a ghost in the sky

When grace has purified my blindness
It could be fresh and new and glorious
Will my bleeding ears be rung with joy
Or are they just plain spent and well destroyed

See you blind
Behold your savior's come,
Dance for death
You lame in the morning fires
And be a ghost in the sky

once i was a big old bear
reigning blows on sparkly snares
in the woods after the snow
the white noise witch her hammers cold
rest beneath the pine and rose
in our suits and sunday clothes

cheer up my brother
it's going to be alright
i know your hearts are heavy as mountains
but were going to go back home one day

hang there little winter star
tell me who you really are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky
born with honey in my hair
once i was a big old bear

cheer up my brother
it's going to be alright
i know your hearts are heavy as mountains
but were going to go back home one day

wore my dress up to my knees
there's ghosts of babies in the streams

in the silver morning hollow
trembling and getting old
smelling burnt oil of heaven
about ten years, too big to hold

she don't get up when I come into the room
she don't run through the fields anymore

built a fire in the kitchen
made her bed by a stove
took a walk to the graveyard
but she didn't want to go

she don't worry all them murders of crows
even though they was always out of reach

she don't get up when I come into the room
she don't run through the fields anymore

to wake
not swallowed by willows
half eaten by widows
a new day's begun

smile
cos nothing here matters
the spiders get fatter
explode into the sun

oh c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
it's not so hard
oh c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
it's not so hard
it's not so hard
it's not so hard

to trap
the dead dogs of summer
assaulting your slumber
stay drunk evermore

rise
your jewellery will scatter
on deserts and saturns
the rings are on fire

oh c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
it's not so hard
c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
it's not so hard
oh c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
it's not so hard
c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
it's not so hard

it's not so hard
it's not so hard

a flock of knives cut the sky
and buried in my black eyes
and the clouds they bled in my head
and autumn rain soaked the dry beds
and the hurricane of her eyes
wailed away the knives
the knives of summertime, summertime
the knives of summertime, summertime
the knives of summertime

and i did swallow stained glass tears
absorbed by the sun for many light years
and the fire flies in her hair
my red concertinas coming down the stairs
and the hurricane of her eyes
wailed away the knives
the knives of summertime, summertime
the knives of summertime, summertime
the knives of summertime

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