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Heaven's leather lace, trembling to taste
and a dreaded dawn
wishes in the waste, vicious are your tastes
when your sparks are gone
pressure like a place where the sky bears down
and twenty times as strong
all is soon explained, as the nights they rend
with lightnings loud and long

'cause everything's crumbling and sullied by spells
temperatures plummet as fears note the knell
weathervane whippoorwills swoop in - tell us it's hell

and born of crystalline meeting, rolled and stoned by the days
our way tumbling two-step, pleasures to take

clover from the cave feathers for her face
and a dream undone
in the temple of the rays, windswept days, and amounts of fun
memory a shade that the small all know
is a show of closing doors
get to something good
or you'll slide down the face of the glacier, ever more

everything's crumbling and sullied by spells
temperatures plummet as fears note the knell
weathervane whippoorwills swoop in - tell us it's hell

and born of crystalline meeting, rolled and stoned by the days
our way tumbling two-step, pleasures to take
Heaven's leather lace, trembling to taste   and a dreaded dawn   wishes in the waste, vicious are your tastes   when your sparks are gone   pressure like a place where the sky bears down   and twenty times as strong   all is soon explained, as the nights they rend   with lightnings loud and long      'cause everything's crumbling and sullied by spells   temperatures plummet as fears note the knell   weathervane whippoorwills swoop in - tell us it's hell      and born of crystalline meeting, rolled and stoned by the days   our way tumbling two-step, pleasures to take      clover from the cave feathers for her face   and a dream undone   in the temple of the rays, windswept days, and amounts of fun   memory a shade that the small all know   is a show of closing doors   get to something good   or you'll slide down the face of the glacier, ever more      everything's crumbling and sullied by spells   temperatures plummet as fears note the knell   weathervane whippoorwills swoop in - tell us it's hell      and born of crystalline meeting, rolled and stoned by the days   our way tumbling two-step, pleasures to take