lyrics
Now that you live in my chest, everywhere we sit is a mountain top. What used to be pain is a lovely bench where we rest under the roses. A left hand has become a right, a dark wall, a window, a cushion in a shoe heel, the leader of the assembly. Intelligence and silence, intelligence and silence. What we say is poison to some and nourishing to others. What we say is a ripe fig, but not all birds that fly eat figs.
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from
UNION,
released September 1, 2007
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