Abalone
Albert DeMuth * Track #6 On Haircare for Assholes
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Abalone Lyrics
Abalone
I'm a loner
I prefer the winter nights
Deserted streets
Unbroken silence
Made a queen out of ice
I want the leaves
I want them dying
Need the snow to build a throne
So I can rule with a frozen hand
Drink the blood from a frozen skull
In the depths of my winter
I wear a crown that blooms at night
From my lawn chair lies my kingdom
I made a call for spring's last rites
Crescent fields into summer
Burn the skin, the sun I hide
Magnify all the places that we love
So I can burn them down
I want the leaves
I want them dying
Now I'm basking in this goddamn kitchen light
Yellow as anger grows
In the depths of my winter
I wear a crown that blooms at night
From my lawn chair lies my kingdom
Made a call for spring's last rites
What about curling don't you understand?