Coma / Smoke Songtext
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Coma / Smoke Songtext
Where′d you go?
So I know...
Decided I'm leaving
Somersault
I′ll dissolve
There's no way of knowing
...oh, and I finally caught a coma
Oh and my irony forged an omen
Couldn't hear your name
Couldn′t steer on my own
You had barely aged
Let it domino
In the evening
Had I said I′d postpone?
Sever all your limbs
Follow head over toes
Years ago
I coined the portmanteau
I tore the words you sewed
Thought that I would shape it
It's all in the cadence
Hard enough to say it all
...oh, and I finally caught a coma
Oh and my irony forged an omen
Further in a deeper haze
Oh I couldn′t steer on my own
Hardly had an even say
Had I even said I'd postpone?
Further in a deeper haze
Oh I couldn′t steer on my own
Hardly had an even say
Had I even said I'd postpone?
Sister I know
Harder than most
When you′re bitter to the 'aura'
She never spoke
The better of a woman
She was the colour of smoke
Go farther in the furrow, called it off
She was held in a choke
And the corners of the atlas
Seared, white as a tone
A murmur at the lighter
Sounds of naphtha
Burned harder than most
So I know...
Decided I'm leaving
Somersault
I′ll dissolve
There's no way of knowing
...oh, and I finally caught a coma
Oh and my irony forged an omen
Couldn't hear your name
Couldn′t steer on my own
You had barely aged
Let it domino
In the evening
Had I said I′d postpone?
Sever all your limbs
Follow head over toes
Years ago
I coined the portmanteau
I tore the words you sewed
Thought that I would shape it
It's all in the cadence
Hard enough to say it all
...oh, and I finally caught a coma
Oh and my irony forged an omen
Further in a deeper haze
Oh I couldn′t steer on my own
Hardly had an even say
Had I even said I'd postpone?
Further in a deeper haze
Oh I couldn′t steer on my own
Hardly had an even say
Had I even said I'd postpone?
Sister I know
Harder than most
When you′re bitter to the 'aura'
She never spoke
The better of a woman
She was the colour of smoke
Go farther in the furrow, called it off
She was held in a choke
And the corners of the atlas
Seared, white as a tone
A murmur at the lighter
Sounds of naphtha
Burned harder than most
Writer(s): Edward Jamie Tullett, Jemima Sophie Coulter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com