Pristine (No Love To Be Son To) Songtext / Lyric

Pristine (No Love To Be Son To) Songtext
Golden Golden
and serene.
This morning is a giant,
come and see! Floating Floating I ignored
that these night winds bit that bitter
and i ended up so sore.

brute worlds; strange lines
gone wonts; aged rites
worn nights; shortened time
dead faints; shot up science

Far off far off
I descry an ousted truth
That the arms of a lover can also be a noose.

rude words; aching spines
wrong fronts; cased rights
torn sides ; haunted prime
fake saints; untuned sirens

A change of light is a change of mind

nude hurt; vain crimes
old songs; dusted shrines
lorn highs; coloured whiles
clear my taints or turn out the lights.

turn out the lights.