Towers Testo

For the love, I'd fallen on

In the swampy August dawn

What a mischief you would bring young darling!

When the onus is not all your own

When you're up for it before you've grown
From the faun forever gone

In the towers of your honeycomb

I'd a tore your hair out just to climb back darling

When you're filling out your only form

Can you tell that itʼ;s just ceremon'

Now you've added up to what you're from

Build your tether rain-out from your fragments

Break the sailor's table on your sacrum

Fuck the fiercest fables, I'm with Hagen

For the love, comes the burning young
From the liver, sweating through your tongue

Well, youʼ;re standing on my sternum don't you climb down darling

Oh the sermons are the first to rest

Smoke on Sundays when youʼ;re drunk and dressed

Out the hollows where the swallow nests.