The Dust Don’t Lay

[Verse 1: Ed Scissor]
A place in time, a life of leisure
Five fifty five, a wild adventure
Let's wipe the snowfall, of late November
Define a process, make it better
Basic reparations got me faded, flaming strains of blazing chronic, same result different occasion
Just
A couple weekends later
Skirting board the 99 flakes of misbehaviour
A life of lust, the same pretenders
A Midas touch, the same agenda
Ways of dusk, such magnetism
Explain the rush through angles in your mannerisms
Polaroid exposures in a roundabout
A speed of light emotion's bouncing outward in this crowded house
Game's of hide and seek are pound an algorithm
Down for filth and grease personified in all our foul decisions
High on drugs, a space adventurer
Nights and days, we don't remember
Eighths of blow, flakes of flavour
Shed the load obsessing on our strange behaviour
I will make you magic in these days of splendour
Said the subject sprawled out on the bed beside his fruits of labour
Splash the lot, watch them flock and feather
Nights and days, we don't remember (never)

[Hook: Ed Scissor]
I went out last night
I got drunk as hell
I did things I wish I had not, daylight broke that spell
I went out last night
I got drunk as hell
I saw things I wish I had not, oh lord save yourself

[Verse 2: Ed Scissor]
Why were you there?
[?] your thoughts weren't mine to take and smother in drugs
We passed on the stair like a couple times over now you're giving it up
See my eyes caught your eyes, they caught me looking there (there, there)
My eyes saw your eyes dilate while gripping your hair
A moonlight vigil
A sunrise pasture
A puff-puff past that shop gone pistol runs right past ya
Every single feeling left and all the love's melted in a mess of dreams
A stunted pulse, a treasure trove
Like silent movies moving in an unrequited looted lunar movement
Starry eyes locked in a crock of gold
You and I, the best in show
The sun it rises, let it snow
He lies awake, she sleeps forever
Par your friends, blame the weather
Seven deadly sinners in the dead of night
Celebrating medals at the first hint of the finish line
We run tonight
Runners in a grim dawn
Withdrawn
The best kept sinners in the pimp store (never)

[Hook: Ed Scissor]
I went out last night
I got drunk as hell
I did things I wish I had not
Daylight broke that spell
I went out last night
I got drunk as hell
I saw things I wish I had not
Oh lord save yourself

[Verse 3: Ed Scissor]
Run away
Come again another day (save yourself)
Run away
Come again another day (save yourself)
Run away
Come again another day (save yourself)
(Save yourself)
(Save yourself)
(Save yourself)
(Save yourself)

[Verse 4: Ed Scissor]
It all flew past so fast like cars on a freeway
The streetlights marking a long lost path to the carnival [cardinal?] blocks on an unwashed sheet stain
In passing
Through darkness to light was a dancer who shall not be named
She lay, on bed sheets re-made
Done fastening garments of weapons and armaments re-made (just like that)
What a cheap day, cheapskate
We sank deeper again, what a deep grave
No the dust don't lay where she stays
Under a night sky marvellous hydra the sea snake
Last night starving and grease stained
Fasten your coat, get gum-less
We need a whole damn park, what a teammate
Take care, be safe
I can't even see straight
Swirls in a [?]
No long
Talk of the music
Sold on
Post-rock
So song
Slow jams and trip-hop beat tapes
Out for the count with the jangling key chain
I saw life on the tip of your tongue as you let in the dreamscape
Space dust passing a satellite
Sparks in an atom fight
Parked in the darkness of deep space (waiting)
Laying in wait just waiting
Laying in wait just waiting
Laying in wait
Laying in wait for the snap of the heatwave (waiting)
Laying in wait just waiting
Laying in wait just waiting
Laying in wait
Laying in wait for the snap
Cool breeze chapping your lips
You're in a zone like
Full beam batting for six
You're all alone like
Cornered
And you can't atone for the warp speed turning this day into night shade
Falling
Keep falling
That gentle sting keeps calling
Yeah something in that cool breeze had us waging wars with all things
Morning