Antlers (The)
Parade
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge paradeA great excuse for celebration of the mess they've madeBut then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity’s worth‘cause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't workSo then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at allAnd i’m getting ready for when everything is wonderfulFor just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in bloodIn a meadow, uncut and understoodWe can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heartHarbored in a fortress insurmountableTaller than affliction, safe wherever we areErasing horror and disgustRewinding the sorrow and the rustBefore our suffering’s suffering, hadn’t we suffered enough?On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our ownAnd all we know is “each other” and invisible homesWe find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lotWhere all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgotAnd I can feel the difference when the day beginsLike all I know is, "this year will be the year we win."We smoke the paper from the banner from our past paradesAnd start again, before the memory of the mess we've made
From Letras Mania