To Withstand The Force Of Storms Songtext / Lyric

Oh, you've a pretty mouth,

Leave your lips to linger on my skin and

Kiss me one last time

I will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter

Sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin

Make yourself remember me in cold and concrete.



When will you realize this city/your demons make(s) you real






Oh, you've a pretty mouth,

Leave your lips to linger on my skin and

Kiss me one last time

I will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter

Sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin

Make yourself remember me in cold and concrete.

It's the way my hands felt lying still beneath your dress



(I am transparent,

I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts.)



Oh god, oh dear god



Whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice

The first thing that you learn is that you never let them hear you

In a soundproof room, in a windowless world

Keep your voice down or dull your words.

Then,

Put on your bedroom face for him,

All pursed lips and half-closed eyes with pink-stained skin

Screaming for sleeping hands on downed dresses,

Screaming

For dead legs come alive, for dead legs come alive.



Oh dear god, there is no excuse for me