Texty: Phosphorescent. All Of It All.

a coward this morning

black after backing away

and no explanation

could ever explain it away

but could your bones be so bright?

and would it all be all right

if you layed them tonight

with me, safe beside



the thing about lifetimes

is sometimes you have to be cruel

it's sad that it's sad

but don't let that dampen you

no, to live you must die

yes and more than one time

you must kiss it goodbye

and never go back to that life



your arms can be magic

it all can be magic you know

you all ways can have it

but not like you wanted i know

there is only one way

it's the onliest way

you must give it away

i mean give. it all. away.



your hands have fingers and fingers are muscles

and muscles they pull and pulling they told you how

someone once told me we'd always be pulling