Sprig Lyrics - Emily Haines

Fresh when sleeping and every other night 

Falling asleep for the fifth time, early in the morning 

Awake in terror we're staring back at him, never to be used 

Their hands aren't cold 

So quiet, they could hear each other's thinking, denying 

Garner interest, each other's thinking, denying 

Making of life, a forged painting 

Life's big magnet talk, talking 

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