Slippery - Page France

Oh, how we lay like spoiled skin beneath the leaves

Oh, how the ring will never fit the finger properly

If I could rip it from its bond

I’d tie your eyes to me so tight

Because the years are getting slower

Oh, I’m a suitcase with the hinges bursting free

As to say you’re stuffed too full

You have to give your lover’s throat away

So through each pore I sweat the linger of your love away

So fast because our love is getting slippery

Somehow the sky is holding up the heavens

But I can’t get the ground to hold the earth up anymore

And all our friends are finding life inside the ocean

But my pockets scream you can’t afford to live there anymore

For all of my life I will keep you in my lower leg

Where all my sins are piled right up to my shoulder blade

And I will visit you with thoughts of the left side of my brain

Until the artery leads me back to you