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her silver bowl - myshkin lyrics

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[verse 1]
your greenhouse smelled
of wood and weed vanilla
and sweet yesterday’s beer
on the sunny windowsill of a california dream
and it was always warm in winter
the beaches were always empty
there were more stars in the sky
than i had ever seen
and you cut driftwood into beauty
sleek and oiled and lithe in line
[you] never seemed like driftwood to me
[you] always seemed to know your mind

[chorus 1]
but beauty cuts us dreadful slow
she cuts as slow as live oaks grow
we bleed into her silver bowl
i don’t know what it is we owe her
maybe we so readily intoxicated
should not be where the very air is heady
mountains sing and oceans breathe

[verse 2]
your advice was usually good
i carry it like sticks of wood
to burn to light the path to see
[the] seven years between you and me
never strike a match towards you
never swerve to avoid that
dog in the road will soon be gone
but i’ll be here your whole life long
and if that was a promise, please
won’t you try and keep it?
i am hereby on my knees
begging you to see that

[chorus 2]
caution cuts us dreadful slow
she cuts as slow as live oaks grow
we bleed into her silver bowl
i don’t know what it is we owe her
maybe we so stubbornly
shrugging off our talents
seed scorched earth as our legacy
that’s no response to our ability

[verse 3]
and your round face it looks like mine
and sometimes my voice sounds like yours
like yesterday i sang a line
like what could have come right out your verse
but it has been so dreadful long
since i have heard your own true song
unguarded by your tin can army
not garbled by your tin can throng

[bridge]
so cut your deadwood into beauty
i’ll burn these sticks up in rhyme
don’t mean to speak of debt and duty
some habits just outlive their time

[chorus 3]
and habits cuts us dreadful slow
she cuts as slow as live oaks grow
we bleed into her silver bowl
i don’t know what it is we owe her
maybe we can tear this tree
up by its roots and screw the pain
we’ve bled enough to feed an ocean
i want to hear your voice again

- myshkin lyrics

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