The Magnet
By The Tea Club (2015)
On album Grappling (2015)
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From my bed of leaves
I am a wretched pilgrim
Baring the mark no one can see
Waiting for sleep
I see chapters from my youth
The Old Lampmaker said only the half moon reveals
Where the Liquid Light brings me back
A tangled web of roots and water
Were her words that ran cold and deep
And yet I can't shake the flame
Of her lamp oil eyes
A long centipede is making its way up my arm
As the smell of leaves brings me back
What a coincidence
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
From my bed of leaves
I am a blessed pilgrim baring the mark
No one can see
Something miraculous
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
I am a wretched pilgrim
Baring the mark no one can see
Waiting for sleep
I see chapters from my youth
The Old Lampmaker said only the half moon reveals
Where the Liquid Light brings me back
A tangled web of roots and water
Were her words that ran cold and deep
And yet I can't shake the flame
Of her lamp oil eyes
A long centipede is making its way up my arm
As the smell of leaves brings me back
What a coincidence
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
From my bed of leaves
I am a blessed pilgrim baring the mark
No one can see
Something miraculous
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
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