Left at London
Left at London
Baby Tart
Alexander The Decent
Baby Tart
Under The Aspen Tree
Left at London
Left at London
Left at London
Left at London
Alexander The Decent
Ash Paris Carter
IXXI
Under The Aspen Tree
[Verse 1]
Cut through the ribbon
Your knife was slow and obstinate
In hospital waiting rooms
Picking your way through bassinets and you
Couldn't find the right one
You couldn't find the one that was the color of blood
You couldn't find your baby
In that maze of hazy incandescent lights
[Verse 2]
Cut from the same cloth
The child you lost and the child you stole from
His mother's arms, she screamed and pointed
But you were long gone
You couldn't be a mother
You couldn't be the next best thing even though you tried
You couldn't be a killer
But you could neglect the proof of your failures
[Chorus]
And now on the knife's edge
You live waiting for your time
You could find your heart and you could breathe it in
Or you could let it die
'Cause you don't wanna stay but you don't wanna leave
'Cause you found a bloody comfort in instability
So you could carry on or you could dig your grave
And lay yourself to rest with the child that you made
[Verse 3]
Pull back the curtain
You cross your heart and hope to find
A premonition clawing at your window
Take it inside and give it some water
You couldn't break your promise
You couldn't leave that wretched thing out in the cold to die
You couldn't be a savior
But you could pretend that everything would be alright
[Chorus]
And now on the knife's edge
You live waiting for your time
You could find your heart and you could breathe it in
Or you could let it lie
'Cause you don't wanna stay but you don't wanna leave
'Cause you found a bloody comfort in instability
So you could carry on or you could dig your grave
And lay yourself to rest with the child that you made
[Outro]
Your world has cracked right open beneath your feet
And the rubble and the ruins are all you can see
'Cause there's fog in your eyes and a translucency
And the signal from the microwave is cutting out the feed
You could leave it, leave it, leave it
You could leave it alone
Or you could beat it, beat it, beat it
You could turn it to stone
Or you could smash it, break it, crush it, hurt it
Throw it, punch it, kick it, burn it
Give back all the pain it caused
No, no, no, no, no
Under The Aspen Tree released Knife’s Edge on Sat Jul 25 2020.