Paroles de Hyaline

Standing in the waste of the waves Hyaline Her quiet warmth, a poised cottonmouth Hyaline As clones of God Floated in I know your past, you see my shame As the mundane shame of being Though it’s hard to say Just sticks anyway It’s hard to do good with controlled intentions Honesty thrives in a broken sentence I'm headed to heaven to take language down Rivers dammed in their straying will carry concrete out God, you and me There’s no peace without our tied feeling God's, yours and mine Dance serpentine I know your past, you see my shame Its still got a hold on me Still bound to say We lived that way Still bound to say We lived that way Bound to say We lived some way