Rosa Flood - Grammatics

Lead me blind with sweet little asides

The promises we equate to break of brittle wire and copperplate

We’re moving in close, close, close, Rosa

The winning opinion’s feel good host

I found a little escape…

I found a little escape to the rhythm of your blackened lungs

To the melee going on inside, to transcend into lullabies

To the rhythm of your blackened lungs, to the pestering melody

To transcend into lullabies, I found a little escape

Piscea, all piano wire limbs

Blunter than the sharps at my fingers

These nicotine stained ivories

We’re moving inside, close, clear, Rosa

In streams of my conciousness

You soak, close, clear, Rosa

I found a little escape…

I found a little escape to the rhythm of your blackened lungs

To the melee going on inside, to transcend into lullabies

To the rhythm of your blackened lungs, to the pestering melody

To transcend into lullabies where I’ve nothing to hold

Now I’ve nothing to hold.

I found a little escape