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The Golden Palominos

Genres: Rock

Drown Lyrics - The Golden Palominos

I am sick with this 

 

His scent swims around me 

Like a perfume too heavy for summer 

Me lost thing 

Intoxicated 

Curled within him 

Drowning over and over 

 

Charmed disarmed 

He comes when least expected 

Sits too close 

Lingers too long 

Stares too deeply 

And claims me with something I cannot name 

 

Lightheaded and clean 

This is a gift 

Biting tongue until blood 

I am sick with him 

 

Talk goes no deeper than tonight 

Words are tickets to spend time 

Skin is talking to skin 

Loud 

 

I know not to go too deep 

But when his hands stop 

Tremble, temptation 

I thrill back 

Open up 

Crawl walls 

 

This woman is no man's 

This man is no one's 

This one is mine 

 

In a full room, alone on a couch 

He is throned 

Doesn't move 

Knows I will come 

 

Smitten 

It vibrates 

Makes drinks tremble 

Food wastes time 

Cigarettes are for curling smoke 

And drawing me in 

 

This is bloody business 

 

Guilt makes for poor postcards 

So he comes in for a while 

What do we know of this? 

 

Doesn't know if he'll be allowed to stay 

But he looks a while too long 

And stirs the close air 

Dragging me to the bottom of the lake 

 

Couches are for excuses 

And temptation 

Crushed in too deep to breathe 

Swoon again skin you do not know 

With hands that know too much 

Of what you must never say 

 

Flesh to curl to grind 

To feign sleep to balance wishes 

On tongues and wait for the time 

Now 

 

Cozy he calls me 

Says I smell like sweet cream 

Closed eyes bring on a luscious film 

Of time and silence 

 

He tastes like stars 

He feels like thunder 

 

Regret makes you bitter 

He says 

Come in and swim 

 

We disappear into a dusk 

We'll never own 

And never quite shake 

 

A luscious slice 

Of water 

Lack of sleep makes me drift 

Lake of sleep makes me wonder 

 

He will exist 

He will evaporate 

I am sick with him, gone 

 

In regret dreams he is low and sweet 

Dark like a drift storm 

Holding me down under the waves 

Telling me not to talk 

Not to move 

This will only take an hour 

Or two 

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