Lyra Brown

Lyra Brown

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Lyrics

Slain

Written By: Lyra Brown

here was a time without words
That time has come again
I listen to your voice and
It makes me feel like I'm your friend

I'm slain by your X-Ray eyes
I'm slain by what I realize
I'm slain by the words you wrote
Covered in bruises of volition
Like a fool, I float

Don't forget to hesitate
If you're gunna let the fuel seep in
And shake yr bones & rattle the skin
And you are gunna patch it all up
To get the word in
I am always gunna let you in.

There was a time without fear
That time has come again
I asked you what you want
You said "well, that all depends
Cause if you're slain by my X-Ray eyes and
If you're slain by what you realize and
If you're slain by the words I write, well
Then I better pack it all up and call it a night."

Don't forget to hesitate
If you're gunna let the fuel seep in
And shake yr bones & rattle the skin
And you are gunna crush/patch it all up
To get the word in
I am always gunna let you in.

I am always gunna let you in.

Light Losing

Written By: Lyra Brown

If I was time, would you kill me
Would you light up with yr friends
Drunk in melancholy
Laughing about how all of this doesn't even matter anymore
When the one you love becomes banished from your door

And yr core aches
I feel it like a weed
At the bottom of the lake
Plucked from the womb
Courageously awake
Like a sick fish
Waiting for the bait

If I was time, I would kill me
I wouldn't be getting in the way constantly
I wouldn't be a thief to the night and
A sickened saviour by the day
I would be hooked on the fact
That I wouldn't have anything to say

Forever and a day
My core will ache
I feel it like a weed
At the bottom of the lake
Plucked from the womb
Courageously awake
Like a sick fish
Waiting for the bait

Light Losing

Written By: Lyra Brown

If I was time, would you kill me
Would you light up with yr friends
Drunk in melancholy
Laughing about how all of this doesn't even matter anymore
When the one you love becomes banished from your door

And yr core aches
I feel it like a weed
At the bottom of the lake
Plucked from the womb
Courageously awake
Like a sick fish
Waiting for the bait

If I was time, I would kill me
I wouldn't be getting in the way constantly
I wouldn't be a thief to the night and
A sickened saviour by the day
I would be hooked on the fact
That I wouldn't have anything to say

Forever and a day
My core will ache
I feel it like a weed
At the bottom of the lake
Plucked from the womb
Courageously awake
Like a sick fish
Waiting for the bait