school of seven bells
heart is strange
Lately the days Feel more like spirits to chase My nights are full of strangers And even stranger ends  My love, there comes a time in everything When these silent grips become ingrained As the grooves assembled on your skin  The machine of will That shakes me constantly Makes the silence behind me Snarl like a swarm of bees  My love, the heart is strange and dissonant I know I should be happier now Than I've ever been But stillness weighs heavy and cold on my skin  Darling, you've got to shake this Shape you've been drifting in Oh I used to think that this rage was living But that movement feigns a lull so deceiving When nothing has changed in your life  My love, there comes a time in everything When these silent grips become ingrained As the grooves assembled on your skin