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Radial

my body fills itself up, that water moves with the  tides,
I don’t know if its the moon still pulling strings from the side,
or has the tension been cut a hundred thousand miles up
leaving a dang(a)ling thread for satellites to touch

the skin I'm in is younger than me
and it never felt the mother’s mother
or any number of cotton covers

hands callus and capture a couple days,
another chapter imprisoned in amber haze,
the thickened diligence (ah) filling the crevices,
them tidal nooks disappear and become the sea again

get it back
that sense of touch
that sense of touch
I let it go
I gotta let it go
I gotta gotta…


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  • ABOUT
  • LYRICS
    • Blood Sea
    • Radial
    • Eastern Gray
    • Beds
    • chemicals
    • EVA
    • Weddell
    • Evaporate
    • Ground - Interlude
    • Tremors
  • Contact