Bluebottle Kiss Hasten The Blows lyrics

Sleeping in to 2 p.m., that's the kind of life that's gonna kill you
Peel the dust off from your eyes and slide into the water
Rats inside the walls they sing, "Another cup of sleep and he is under"
Dancing on the crockery a kitchen full of insect slaugher lonely

We could be alright bring on the chorus tonight
These loves they never last a heart that turn to glass
The moon is half a slice tonight
But you can't see it for the fog of summer
The fight you always try to keep still scrape the paint

And can't remember this love that wakes at witching hour

The moon revokes the tides to final softness girls in cars
And boys in bars fallen asleep to burnt Decembers
A figure caught beneath the blades you'll sleep it off it's just a graze

We'll burn the ferries wheel in song and paralyze
These second glances parked on shattered asphalt dunes
And drunk on all of night times naked splendor
Waking up a broken toy and plotting to be underwater
Hasten the blows there's no time to echo those summers