In the Nervous Light of Sunday

Lyrics

Whispers invoke Whispers invoke the artists of this Tragically seamless, ill-fated tapestry Blistered, blistered, fingers, fingers Are tending, are tending their loom She collects the strands to braid Into life, logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity Countless, countless raw fibers Fibers are clawing, are clawing the frame A woman's work is never done, never done But the final stitch has got to come And so three witches, slowly, contend, and contending To slice, to slice the very last thread That you curse, curse constantly That you curse, curse constantly That you curse, curse constantly That you curse, curse constantly But nothing's immortal And comfort is not guaranteed A yearling who bears our sincere passions Is chosen, frozen, and quivering Like a thread in the wake of a blade And so we compromise, so we compromise So we sacrifice Go Compromise nothing but that which secures a comfortable life Risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed Ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology Five decades his lifetime And his life's work is just fading scratches in stone Just fading scratches in stone, she tends the numerals Counting fingers, counting her toes Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting Dance to the sound of his weight-bearing, back-breaking Infinite ages, the length of this quilt's making And we dance, and we dance in the stronghold That you curse, curse constantly That you curse, curse constantly That you curse, curse constantly That you curse, curse constantly Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch? That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch? That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly Constantly curse Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch? That's the thread that you curse An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs From a wall in a throw fraught with our decay An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs From a wall in a throw fraught with our decay An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs From a wall in a throw fraught with our decay An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs Remember forever 'til it goes away From six states away Five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape All I ever asked was for a clean break In the first nervous light of the day Collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained All I ever asked (Bleeding) was for a clean break My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile In the self-conscious first light, shake the memory of his smile Igniting these volumes Igniting these volumes, I'm warmed by the flames Alter the deafening earthen tones Alter the deafening earthen tones In the nervous light I dance in the nervous light, and I'm warmed by the flames Dance to the sound of his weight-bearing, back fucking breaking Fucking breaking Dictate the deafening earthen tones Alter the pitch of his weight-bearing, back-breaking Dictate the pitch of our weight-bearing, back-breaking Alter the tone of your weight-bearing, back-breaking We can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs, slowly breaking In the nervous light, in the nervous light of Sunday In the nervous light, in the nervous light of Sunday In the nervous light, in the nervous light of Sunday In the nervous light, in the nervous light of Sunday In the nervous light, the nervous light of Sunday In the nervous light, the nervous light of Sunday [Instrumental Outro]